Li Yi coughed up blood in large mouthfuls, being swiftly whisked away by Good Wings, distancing themselves from those three unfamiliar powerhouses. His body was nearly cleaved in two, with blood splattering and flesh turning over, and even his silvery bones were split apart. Their strengths were simply not on the same level; if the opponent had struck slightly harder, he would have lost his life right there.
"The opponent's strength is definitely at the Spirit God Realm, a level of cultivator I haven't even encountered at Golden Academy..." At this moment, his heart was filled with immense rage, not because he had been defeated—as losing to a stronger opponent was normal—but because he had just watched Zhang Lei die before his eyes, completely powerless to do anything about it.
He didn't even have the chance to fight to the death.
"Dammit."
