"No—don't kill me! I don't want to die! Please, don't kill me! Whatever you want, I'll give you, just spare me!"
Zhang Feifei's face was stricken with terror as he continually retreated backward, even though his body was enveloped by a white barrier, he still felt an immense fear towards Yan Moshan.
"Spare you? Don't joke! You're dead meat today!"
A cold smirk spread across Yan Moshan's face, and with a loud explosion from under his feet, he rapidly closed in on Zhang Feifei.
"Boom—"
In an instant, Yan Moshan appeared hundreds of meters in front of Zhang Feifei and then threw a punch towards him.
"Bang—"
With a loud crash, the white barrier in front of Zhang Feifei shattered on the spot.
"Ah—"
Zhang Feifei spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flipping backward like a broken kite, shooting away.
"Hmph—I told you, if you don't let me kill you quietly, then prepare to suffer before you die!"
With a sneer, Yan Moshan's speed suddenly increased.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"