A sound of bones cracking came from his neck.
It was enough to show just how explosive Han Ba's mood was at that moment.
Unfortunately, Lin Yi's recovery ability had become even more monstrous than it had been at its most absurd. How could he care about being squeezed like this by Han Ba?
No matter how scorching the temperature was, it posed absolutely no threat to Lin Yi, whose fire resistance was maxed out.
After taking that blow, not only did Lin Yi show no expression of pain, he even met Han Ba's gaze with a provocative look.
"What is it, old woman? Have you been hiding in this Lower Plane for so long and eating so well that you no longer even have the strength to hurt me?" The provocation in his words was unmistakable.
But Han Ba had indeed pushed her brute strength to its limit.
She could not understand it, nor could she accept it. How could the brat before her possess such an absurdly tough body? Even if he had spent all those years under the Immortal King, he should not have become this monstrous.
"You've been hitting me for quite a while. I wonder if you can withstand this punch of mine."
After saying that, Lin Yi slowly raised his right hand under Han Ba's stunned gaze and lightly tapped his fist against her forehead.
What was this supposed to mean? Was he humiliating her? With such a light punch, let alone a Corpse King, Lin Yi could not even kill a dog if one were brought out for him.
That move completely ignited Han Ba's fury.
"You damned brat, I will—"
Before she could finish speaking, Han Ba saw Lin Yi's fist pass straight through her head.
She could clearly feel that Lin