Besieged, Killed by Ourselves

I kicked out, but the mindless "Ye Jinghong" only staggered back half a step.

I had put a lot of force into that kick. I was confident that I could have sent even a six-foot-tall brute flying.

Yet it had only taken half a step back.

It even felt as though I had kicked an iron plate. My foot throbbed faintly with pain.

"Damn it!" I cursed inwardly.

At that moment, I was even more worried about Ye Jinghong.

"Be careful. They're pretty tough!"

I did not know how else to describe it.

"You be careful too!" she replied while fighting.

At that moment, the one I had kicked back actually showed anger on her face.

Her shrill voice rang out. "You're courting death!" She pounced at me, shedding her previous clumsy demeanor.

I vaguely sensed an immense pressure bearing down on me.

I spun around and threw out a side kick, this time aiming for her lower abdomen.

She was still suspended in midair when my kick landed. This time, she was sent flying.

I did not stand there waiting. Strike while she was down—I stepped forward and punched her just as she was about to hit the ground, landing it squarely on her chest.

I heard a muffled groan, then saw her collapse to the ground. Fire suddenly ignited where I had struck her chest. Ghostly blue flames instantly engulfed her entire body, followed by her screams!

I looked at my fist in surprise, but found nothing unusual.

What was going on?

I looked toward Ye Jinghong. She was already in grave danger.

She had been attacking the opponent's weakest points.

Yet it had not produced the slightest effect.

After hesitating, I said to her, "Attack wherever they suffered fatal wounds before!" I saw Ye Jinghong frown. She