As the freckled man's fist blasted towards Song Yun's back, this punch was condensed with True Qi, its power immense, causing the entire mine to resonate, producing a rumbling sound.
Moreover, the momentum of the freckled man's punch carried a strange yin energy, chilling to the bone.
"Kid, you're done for!"
The freckled man shouted excitedly, his punch landing on Song Yun's back.
Bang boom.
A loud explosion, waves of air rolled, raising the dust in the mine, shrouding vision in a gray haze, making everyone cough.
"Song Yun!"
Wang Ling called out worriedly, feeling her heart grip tightly.
She was about to rush forward when Maisy Lin grabbed her arm, nervously saying, "Are you crazy? That guy isn't even human, we can't defeat him, let's get out of here."
Morris, Oro, and Li Huanxin, paying no mind to others' lives, turned and fled.
But they hadn't run two steps when a silhouette blocked their path—it was the Horse-faced Man.
