This collision sent Li Yi flying backward again; he coughed up large amounts of blood and his body was injured. However, this time it was much better than before, as he only retreated about twenty meters.
"Again."
Li Yi roared hoarsely, clenching his fists as he charged forward again, his vitality, energy, and spirit climbing once more, and it seemed like some of the shackles on his body had loosened.
"How many times can you still stand up?" Wang Fan, too, grew angry and rushed out before Li Yi could reach him.
Boom!
Li Yi retreated again, this time only several meters, falling to the ground covered in blood. Yet, he still stood up; although his figure had retreated, his aura grew even stronger, loosening some of the shackles on his body.
"Trying to use me to temper yourself?" Wang Fan now understood Li Yi's intention.
