Jiang Zaiyue's fanatical expression felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him, and sweat began to form on his forehead.
If he didn't have the Sixth-Level Energy Liquid to neutralize the inhibitors in his body, he would have to pay a huge price to forcibly enhance his Life Force, but it would take nearly four to five minutes to adapt.
"How could I have lost something so important!"
Jiang Zaiyue's face alternated between blue and white.
He stared at Qin Shi with hatred and threw out a fierce remark:
"Consider yourself lucky! I'll let you live for another twenty minutes!"
Then, this white-haired guy decisively turned and ran!
In just a few leaps, he disappeared from sight.
"Brother Qin, are you okay?"
Wang Yongjie clicked his tongue. Qin Shi had actually repelled the Evil Martial Artist with one punch.
You know, these guys usually have their heads screwed on wrong—they are extremely bloodthirsty and combative.
