"An impressive move."
In front of the slaughterhouse, bodies lay scattered everywhere, blood flowing like rivers.
Kui Zhao took three steps back, looked down at his decaying chest from which large chunks of flesh had been 'bitten' off. Even though the pain had him drenched in cold sweat, he couldn't help but laugh, "I've seen countless people stronger than you, but very few fiercer than you."
"You actually twisted and broke your own arm first to create a battlefield opportunity... I thought I had already overestimated you as much as possible, but I still underestimated you."
Facing Kui Zhao, Le Yu was gasping for breath and coughing up blood, his face covered in blood, with severe injuries all over his body, and a few strands of Kui Zhao's flesh under the nails of his right hand.
