The shattered arena.
Li Yunyang was lowly growling, but his eyes still fixedly stared at Wang Hao.
Although he was in so much pain that he felt like dying, his determination to kill Wang Hao was unwavering.
After all, Kula was still in Wang Hao's hands, and he needed to rescue him.
At that thought, Li Yunyang shakily stood up, clutching his bleeding abdomen, and with one hundred and twenty percent willpower, he took difficult steps towards Wang Hao.
"Li Yunyang, I hate you!"
Bai Ling was overwhelmed with grief. She had never expected Li Yunyang to be so desperate in trying to save his half-demon lover.
"Boss!"
Qian Wanyang and Chen Yao, the two subordinates, quickly stepped forward to protect Wang Hao behind them, drawing their weapons and watching Li Yunyang warily.
"Don't be nervous!" Wang Hao waved his hand, "This guy has been stabbed through the abdomen by my sword, and his Dantian has been heavily damaged; he can't possibly pose any threat now."
