"Wah!"
Lin Zifeng opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of bright red reverse blood. Two cold, ghostly lights flashed between his eyes, but there was not a shred of strength left in his limbs.
The tiger's mouths of his five fingers felt as if they'd been hammered by an iron mallet, the pain unbearable; even mustering the strength to grip the Heavenly Painting Halberd was extremely difficult!
"Have I lost? Do I really not even have the slightest strength left to resist?" Lin Zifeng kept questioning his own heart. But right now, he simply had no power left to fight.
"Kid! You okay or not!" Not far away, Handsome Guy felt like his heart was about to leap out of his chest. Seeing Lin Zifeng get beaten by Shen Wuheng with his own eyes—this was the first time since they'd met that he'd ever seen Lin Zifeng crushed so miserably.
"N-no problem!" Lin Zifeng struggled to get up. His chest burned painfully, as if a great fire was raging inside.
Whoosh!
