At the thought that if he had been a little late, Yiyi might not even survive, the fury in his heart erupted like a volcano, with lava spewing wildly, desiring to destroy everything here.
"Young Master Ling Kong..." Hei Ze Lang was locked in by his gaze, filled with a bizarre killing intent, and his heart quivered, feeling a sense of being completely exposed, spawning an unspoken fear within him.
But his fear had not fully settled in his heart, when a black shadow flashed before his eyes, and he was blinded for a moment. With a face full of terror, he witnessed extremely unprecedented speed, causing him to instinctively take a step back.
However, he was already a tenth of a second too late; his jaw was gripped by a cold, steel-like hand claw with a click, dislocating it, leaving him unable to close his mouth.
What terrified him even more was that in the next second, Ji Lingkong grabbed that cylinder, uncapped it, and poured its contents into his mouth.
