Lin Tianyi had not realized what had happened before he found himself on the ground. Only then did he feel an intense pain on his face. When he reached up to touch it, his hand came away covered in blood.
By the moonlight, it was clear to see that his left face was completely collapsed, the flesh mangled and utterly tragic.
"I said, in front of them all, I'd make you wish for death," Ye Fan said.
As he spoke, Ye Fan unceremoniously placed his right foot onto Lin Tianyi's bloody and mangled left face.
"Hiss~"
The pain grew more intense. Lin Tianyi's body shuddered, his mouth twitching, but he dared not make a move.
Hm?
Just then, Ye Fan's consciousness stirred, and his gaze swept toward the seventeen members of the Yanhuang Organization. To his surprise, they had completed forming their formation, with the leader at the Innate Perfection realm exuding a thick Blood Qi and an explosive aura.
