Leng Yi's punch was weak because of his disadvantageous position and only served to annoy the buffalo beastman. The sixteen-year-old little otter thrashed as the cold metal sank deeper.
The buffalo beastman's eyes flashed with ruthless light, wanting to make Leng Yi wish he were dead. However, in his attempt to struggle, Leng Yi's hand accidentally stabbed the buffalo beastman's eyes.
The buffalo beastman let out a pained roar, letting go of Leng Yi and clutching his eyes, staggering back.
Pain agonizingly spread from his neck, but Leng Yi still pushed himself with every strand of his last willpower to jump away from the buffalo beastman.
"Leng Yi!"
He didn't know whether it was his imagination. Did he hear his eldest brother's voice? Didn't Qi Mian lie to them? Many thoughts ran through his mind.
The lapse was enough for the buffalo beastman to recover a little, his heart overflowing with hatred. He staggered toward Leng Yi, raising his huge fist toward him.
