Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum! Hum!
Li Yao's every brain cell was shaking violently, and his computational ability soared as he recalled Bai Xinghe's appearance that he had caught a moment ago.
The man was still wearing the Dragon King Battlesuit, but it had been twisted during the high-intensity combat. The eight previously-magnificent dragon heads were now dangling down. Two of the heads had been entirely chopped off, with only half the artificial limb left, like eels that had been skinned and beheaded.
Besides his broken left hand, which was still bleeding, there was a shocking giant hole on his abdomen. Although he was suppressing the wound with his spiritual energy, Li Yao still vaguely saw the scattered organs through the flesh and blood.
Bai Xinghe could not have looked more lackluster.
But Li Yao was absolutely certain that it was faked.
