Cass felt as if his five visceras and six bowels had been shattered by the enemy. He sensed a warm feeling rising up his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His body tottered on the verge of collapse, and his consciousness began to turn somewhat fuzzy.
The punch just a moment ago could be said to have contained Li Yunmu's full strength, and it had thrown Cass far away.
Li Yunmu raised his fist and calmly said, "I don't want to kill you! You can go! If I wanted to kill you, it would be as simple as stomping on an ant, but you aren't worth it to dirty my hands."
Cass covered his chest while blood seeped out of his mouth. He bit his lip and said, "If you let me go today, then you will regret it! There will definitely be a day when my appearance will signify your death."
