"You can't go over there."
Those underlings said coldly.
The half-demons and Huyan looked at Ren Feng being beaten like this, and couldn't help but smirk.
On Song Ziwen's face, there was an even more satisfying feeling.
"Ren Feng, didn't you say earlier that you still wanted to fight me? What's with this dying look now?"
Song Ziwen laughed wildly, but instantly his face turned vicious: "What do you have to fight me with now? You're just a dead dog."
Ren Feng didn't answer; he just stared at Frederick. That punch just now seemed to want to blast all his internal organs out.
This punch seemed to scatter all the True Qi in his body, as if he couldn't muster the True Qi at all.
Moreover, it felt as if there was a blockage of clotted blood in his chest.
He was already seriously injured.
"Ren Feng, you're done for," Frederick said, "If you want, I can give you a quick end."
"Who said—cough cough—that I'm done for?"
