The suddenness of this voice made it all the more familiar...
So familiar that it made people grit their teeth, wishing the owner of the voice would be sent to the eighteenth level of Hell!
Taken aback, the Pioneer subconsciously didn't dare to turn his head, only managing to leap forward, attempting to grab Ah Yimu lying on the ground as a hostage.
But in the next second, his entire world flipped upside down.
Then came a severe pain on his face, accompanied by the world spinning as it traveled to his entire head, spreading through his body, and a constant influx of dirt and some weeds in his mouth.
"You should lie down first. Why is this body taller than mine? Damn it."
Wu Liang, speaking helplessly, pressed the Pioneer's head, planting it like a tree into the hardened winter soil.
Only when the opponent's entire body became stiff like a dead being, motionless, did he stop exerting his immense strength.
