At this moment, Alups was like a fighter on the brink of collapse on the Black Fist ring, standing at the precipice of death, awaiting his enemy's final strike.
Alups, once mighty, now seemed as fragile as a straw, as if a mere breeze could knock him over.
And at that moment, Ye Ling appeared to be that peerless War God, wielding a murderous weapon, on the verge of consigning Alups to the grave with a mere raise of his hand.
The once-powerful Alups now looked like a complete imbecile, staring blankly, the light of life and spirit gone from his eyes.
"Eat another brick from this young master!"
With a roar, Ye Ling slammed the brick in his hand crazily towards Alups, the force was surely fierce.
With a clang, Alups's body shook all over, then the muscles on his cheek trembled madly, and his head twisted sharply at the angle of the brick's impact.
With a thump, his body fell straight to the ground, Alups collapsed, struggling ferociously.
