Touching the skin, the pain was even more excruciating than actual flames burning.
The crowd, clutching their knives, trembled with fear, retreated several steps, and dared not move forward any longer.
Yue Rujing, supporting the Taiji Eight Trigrams, grew increasingly weary, veins popping on his forehead. The knife in his hand was gnawed at by those creatures, emitting a grating noise.
Huo Li sneered coldly and shouted loudly, "Let's see how much longer you can hold out. The sensation of being wounded by the Cold Light is far from pleasant. You'd better think it through. If you run now, I'll only take their lives!"
There must be a price to pay for annihilating my men.
Yue Rujing spat out in disdain, "What other tricks do you have? Do you think these pathetic things can scare me?"
Huo Li snorted coldly, "I'll see how tough you can talk..."
