"ah!"

Ye Chen couldn't help but cry out. This punch seemed to not only cause physical pain, but also tremble in the soul.

"war!"

Ye Chen gritted his teeth, his blood-red eyes looking like a madman.

At this moment, he forgot what he was doing, forgot everything, and only had the will to fight in his heart.

Not crazy, not live!

Every punch of the Iron-Blooded Saint King hit Ye Chen's body.

Every time you get punched, you have to bear the heart-breaking feeling.

The speed of Ye Chen's waving arms became slower and slower, and the power in his fists continued to decrease.

Now, he looked like a bloody man all over his body, and all he could think about was punching.

:.:


Chapter completed!