Questioning
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Boom!
The whole auditorium sank into silence in an instant. Below the stage, before anyone could respond, the youth propped up the girl on the ground, but the next second, suddenly punched Ingmar.
Amidst the yells, Ingmar’s eyes shifted, mingled with both panic and wrath; his mouth subconsciously recited a spell, but his face became pale and had almost lost control of the aether.
Luckily, his protective shield was stimulated and the repulsion field blocked the young man's fist, but the power to reverse the quake also staggered him. With a crisp sound, a gash cracked open across Ye Qingxuan’s fingers. He completely ignored it and stepped forward, hysterically pounding Ingmar’s shield without stop.
Under the shield, Ingmar sat on the ground. Frightened by Ye Qingxuan's madness, he forgot to fight back.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!