Li Yi was in an unprecedented crisis.
He was besieged by hundreds of outlaws when he was unable to fight at all.
If it was in normal times, Li Yi could have killed all the killers as easily as killing chicks.
But now, without any strength, he could only turn into a fish under the predator.
"A man who loses position and influence may be subjected to much indignity!"
Li felt a sharp pain in his lungs.
This was caused by exhaustion in the battle just now.
"Ahem!"
He couldn't help coughing, and the dust on the ground was blown up, and a ball of mud was sucked into his mouth, which made his cough worse.
"Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!"
The violent cough made the surrounding killers a false alarm.
They were startled and stepped back a few feet.
When they saw nothing happened, two or three more skilled killers cautiously approached the Chinese boy.
The three men were like hyenas discovering an injured lion. As they approached, they laughed and provoked.