With all its might, the Hanba landed a strike.
Its physical body was unimaginably formidable and its speed blindingly fast. To be hit by its fist was like being a piece of iron heated red-hot on an anvil—destined to be deformed by a single blow—let alone the mortal flesh and blood of Li Qiu.
Looking at the spot where Li Qiu fell without the slightest sign of life, the Hanba knew he was a dead man. It turned its body around and began to walk slowly toward the Nine-Child Ghost Infant, which was still struggling in mid-air.
Chapter 132