C121 A Wise Man Knows His Place and Does Not Know What Is Good for Him!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Ye Ling made his move, his fist striking the lightning, sparks flew everywhere, but Ye Ling's fist was badly mutilated, blood flying everywhere.

Thump! Thump!

Ye Ling retreated, grimacing in pain, his arm was in extreme pain, his bloodied fist was emitting black smoke, a burnt smell assaulted his nose