He had already been severely injured by Lin Li's flying kick, left with only his last breath. Now, a sharp icicle radiating a biting chill had pierced his neck. Naturally, there was no chance of survival.
DRIP, DRIP, DRIP...
Fresh blood flowed out along the crystal-clear icicle, then dripped onto the grass, splashing up tiny, blood-red droplets.
The underling with the scar on his forehead convulsed a few times and then fell silent.
His eyes were wide open, his gaze fixed on the spot where the bald-headed man stood. Perhaps in his final moments, he was blaming his boss for not being able to save him.
"You... How dare you kill my brothers again and again! You bastard."
The bald-headed man looked at his underling, who had been struck by the icicle and now had no hope of survival. His face twisted as he roared at Lin Li, looking terrifying enough to eat his flesh and drink his blood.
