"Leave him, you fuc*ing b@stard!"
Le Zheng gnashed his teeth in anger as the tablet in his palms cracked into pieces.
Meanwhile, the surrounding men around him were also gnashing their teeth in anger.
Just a few moments ago after Ye Qian had hit the Corpse General, and they would see the mystical flame burning his hand away, they had thought that the situation had turned for the good and everything would be better now.
But they had just sighed in relief and thinking of ways how of what they should do now when they heard a loud growl followed by the flash of a figure towards the car.
It only then did they realize that nothing had turned good.
In fact, it had only turned even worse.
Right now, they could see that even Ye Qian didn't have the strength to even stand properly much less even fight back.
And being martial practitioners they could sense that Ye Qian might have gotten some kind of internal injury in one way or the other.
