Mo Li was already in a state bordering on unconsciousness. After taking blow after blow, it seemed every bone in his body had broken, and his internal organs had suffered severe damage as well. But he knew he couldn't pass out like this. If he did, death would be the only thing waiting for him.
After rolling a long way before finally coming to a stop, Mo Li struggled to control his body and crawl back up. But every movement sent unbearable pain through him. As he continued coughing up blood, Mo Li felt his vision growing blurry.
Lu Wu had no intention of letting Mo Li off. After letting out an angry roar, he pounced at Mo Li once more. This time, he brought his claws down—and this blow would end Mo Li's life.
At the critical moment, a silver metal ball suddenly flew over and struck Lu Wu directly in the head. The moment the metal ball made contact with Lu Wu, it exploded, scattering a large amount of gray powder.
Lu Wu had been about to crush Mo Li to death with one swipe, but he suddenly stopped. He then began shaking his head violently and sneezed several times, looking extremely miserable. While Lu Wu was inexplicably holding back his attack, Wei Dengke suddenly ran over, hoisted Mo Li onto his shoulder, turned around, and fled. No one knew how his small frame had managed to carry Mo Li, who weighed more than seventy-five kilograms.
Although Mo Li's entire body hurt terribly, he was still conscious. After glancing at Lu Wu, who was constantly scratching his nose with his claws, he asked weakly in confusion, "What did you put in that mechanism ball you threw? Why is this monster reacting so strongly?"
"My homemade sneeze powder. It's