Although his head was pounding, even breathing felt like suffocating.
The young man in the lead didn't dare collapse.
He knew the pain was unbearable, but no matter how much it tormented him, it wouldn't kill him.
If he fell now, he might feel better for a moment—but afterward, not only would he die, his brothers would die too, and his family would be dragged down with him.
The searing pain turned the young man's eyes bloodshot and made his breathing ragged.
But he still gritted his teeth and endured it.
His knees bent slightly as he endured the agony and circulated the spiritual energy within him. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Bi Fan.
The young man, still forcing himself through the pain, was pale, his forehead slick with cold sweat.
Yet the punch he threw at Bi Fan was still not to be underestimated.
"I don't care who you are. You dared to come to the Devil Race, so you'd better be ready to die here."
"Die!"
With a furious shout from the young man, his fist slowly grew larger in Bi Fan's eyes.
Yet as the fist drew closer, Bi Fan remained completely calm. He even let out two cold laughs, his face full of scorn.
He was only at the peak of the Spirit Soul Realm. Where had he found the nerve?
Bi Fan flipped his hand, and the Rin Shen Saber he had just obtained appeared in his grasp.
Though he hadn't yet learned the corresponding saber technique, this blade alone was more than enough to deal with an opponent like the young man.
He gave it a light slash.
A chill glint swept across the young man's neck.
The young man hadn't even been able to withstand one move from Bi