Li had practically charged into Dijia's group in a suicidal manner!
His attitude showed that he had completely cast aside any concern for life or death. Dijia had never expected anyone to face his group with such an attitude. That was right—this was outright suicide. They needed nothing else; if each person here launched one attack, not even scraps of Li would remain.
But they had not expected it. They truly had not expected Li to be so decisive, so impulsive, so unbelievable. He moved. He moved as swiftly as lightning. Before Dijia could even react, a head had already flown high into the air.
Li grabbed the man's body and slammed it into the ground with a boom. Even the earth trembled from the impact. No one dared speak, because Li was now a demon king—an absolute demon king. In truth, Dijia's group had a full thirty-seven people. So what if Li had killed one?
There were still thirty-six people who could fight! But Li was simply too fast, too decisive, too powerful!
Dijia saw it. The person Li had killed might not have been the strongest among them, but he was absolutely the strongest in terms of defense! Yet someone like that had been dealt with in a single exchange! Just how powerful was Li? Dijia could not believe it! He truly could not believe it!
There had been thirty-seven people here. Li had killed one—no matter, there were still thirty-six left! That was right, their overall strength had not fallen by much. But at this moment, a discordant factor appeared. Someone wavered. That person was someone who absolutely could not afford to waver. Watching that person tremble, Aili's brows knitted tightly. She had initially believed that Li coming to take part in this duel was utterly suicidal,