His robe was torn, his skin and flesh stung with pain, and blood oozed out. His face darkened and his whole body exuded a bloodthirsty killing intent. His hand under his sleeve was twisted into a fist as he stared at the black-clothed woman who was holding the other woman. Finally, he laughed softly, then his laughter turned into a loud laugh.
"It's been a very long time since anyone has been able to hurt me. You are very powerful!"
He stared at Leng Shuang, his eyes filled with bloodthirstiness and madness: "It will not be difficult for you if you were to escape alone. But if you want to take this woman who has fainted from my pressure and escape together, then neither of you will be able to leave!"
As soon as he had spoken, Leng Shuang sensed two figures coming out from behind her. She turned slightly and glanced at the two figures hidden in the shadows.