Upon hearing a sudden sound from behind, Lin Li abruptly abandoned his attack on Wu Xiong. He spun around and threw a vicious punch.
BANG.
RRRIP...
Lin Li's ferocious fist struck the figure that had suddenly appeared behind him. At the same time, his opponent's claws tore through the clothes on his chest.
THUD, THUD, THUD... After taking Lin Li's ferocious punch, the ambusher staggered back a dozen steps before finding his footing.
The ambusher clutched the shoulder Lin Li had struck, his face contorting in pain.
Lin Li's punch had crippled his left shoulder. Intense pain radiated from the wound throughout his body, and large beads of sweat quickly broke out on his forehead.
He had been hiding in the shadows, biding his time. Even when Wu Xiong and Zhang Di were in grave danger, he had held back, refusing to make a move.
