"Ah!"
With a scream, the Blood-Robed Man's entire arm was blasted apart on the spot. The rotted flesh flew everywhere, and even the bones in his arm shattered completely.
"What? How is that possible?!"
Everyone froze, staring at the scene before them.
"Hadn't Zheng Baiyi supposedly suffered a grave injury?"
"Was he really gravely injured? Could he have deliberately leaked the news to lure these Blood Alliance people here?"
"If he had truly suffered such heavy injuries and still possessed this kind of combat strength, then how terrifying must his strength at his peak have been?"
Countless people were stunned by that punch. The experts of Eastern City, in particular, were overjoyed and astonished. They had never imagined that Zheng Baiyi could possess such combat strength. If so, how powerful must Zheng Baiyi at his peak have been?
No wonder Zheng Baiyi had stayed behind alone to cover the retreat before. Facing an even greater lineup of Blood Alliance experts than today, he had still managed to escape back alive.
"You want my head? A bunch of skulking rats like you are afraid that you're not enough!" Zheng Baiyi sneered. His sickly face seemed even paler after he stirred up his power, yet he still possessed an invincible bearing.
Without stopping, he shifted sideways directly in front of the Blood-Robed Man whose arm had been blown apart. He seemed slow, yet was actually fast; when his final step landed, he was already before the man.
"No, no!" the Blood-Robed Man cried in utter terror. Before Zheng Baiyi, they truly felt death closing in. The despair of impending death was driving them mad. That hopelessness of being forced into a dead end once more rose in his heart. "Come save me! You can't just stand by and watch me die!"
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