Bang!
With a dull sound, the shadow was kicked away by Yang Yan.
"How could it be? I'm intangible, how can you still hit me? It hurts!"
The shadow roared.
"Seems like you're nothing but evil and brutal! Not having a physical form means I can't attack you? What logic is that?"
Yang Yan looked at the shadow and sneered.
He was speaking, but his hands did not slow down at all.
In a flash, he was in front of the shadow again, unleashing a storm-like attack.
The shadow seemed stunned by the blows, unable to counter, only passively taking hits.
"Haha! So that's how it is, that's how it is."
The attack lasted for at least twenty seconds when the shadow suddenly started laughing, muttering to itself.
Hearing this, Yang Yan sneered, and his movements grew even faster.
"Even if you keep attacking me, it's useless, it can't hurt me! Hahaha..."
The shadow laughed wildly.
