"No matter where you are, there are always some scumbags."
Ling Feng took a deep breath. A wave of weakness surged into his mind, making him feel drowsy.
He knew this was due to excessive blood loss. Xue Hong wanted to dismember him, but his bones were too resilient. Moreover, he applied the Eight Desolate Body Forging Technique to deflect some of the force, so he hadn't become disabled just yet.
"Heh heh, don't worry, they won't escape!"
Xue Hong stared darkly at Ling Feng, sneering, "Once I deal with you, I'll soon reunite all of you! But by that time, you'll be blind, and you won't be able to see that pretty little girl!"
Whoosh!
Before finishing his sentence, Xue Hong once again leapt forward, slashing toward Ling Feng's left shoulder.
Ling Feng sidestepped to evade; his left shoulder had already been struck multiple times, and he could sense through internal inspection that the bone was starting to crack.
