That remark had undoubtedly added fuel to the fire, hastening Feng Dengfeng's demise.
The people surrounding him thought about it and realized it made perfect sense. Feng Dengfeng could teleport. If he managed to recover even a little energy, he might use his Teleportation Skill to escape. Would they be lucky enough to corner him again next time?
Obviously not!
Amid Feng Dengfeng's screams, the assault finally ended.
Even though Feng Dengfeng's protective layer was harder than a turtle's shell, it still couldn't escape its predetermined fate under such intense, relentless attacks.
Once his defenses were destroyed, the bloodthirsty thugs beat Feng Dengfeng to death with their bare hands.
His body was left in such a gruesome state that it was barely recognizable as a body at all. Forget identifying him as Feng Dengfeng—even whether he was human was debatable, if not for the clothes he wore.
The thugs seemed to have accomplished an unprecedented feat. With Feng Dengfeng dead, the atmosphere at the scene reached a new peak.
People like Old Zhang had their own thoughts, but at this point there was little they could say.
The man was dead. Bringing up such demoralizing talk now would only make them unpopular—and might even drag them into trouble.
They had said Feng Dengfeng might have been wrongly accused. They had also tried to stop everyone from acting rashly, and even detained the person who had accused Feng Dengfeng.
The thugs' bloodthirsty cries for Feng Dengfeng's death didn't mean they had any good impression of Old Tan, whom Jiang Yue was impersonating.
Old Zhang and the others doubted Jiang Yue's identity and motives, yet they were still trying to protect him from being hacked to pieces.
No matter what, they absolutely couldn't let this guy leave again.
"Old Zhang, why didn't