"Damn it, you're just a tiny bug in front of me, watch as I crush you," Little Kong's voice was filled with pain. The agony of having one's eyes grievously injured was something no creature could comprehend without experiencing it themselves.
Moreover, he knew that if his other eye were blinded, he'd likely fall again today.
So, he raised one arm continuously protecting his eye while in his other hand appeared a massive club—yes, a massive club.
No one knew where his club had come from, as if it were made from a gigantic tree, except the whole club was emanating a dim red color, unclear whether it was the club's original color or stained with blood.
Li Yao in his mecha was already running very fast, yet Little Kong's speed was not slow at all, not to mention the huge difference in size between them; each step he took was equivalent to countless steps for Li Yao.