Yet this strike did not harm him.
Seeing this, Ye Ling couldn't help but show a hint of astonishment between his brows.
Who on earth was this guy?
Ye Ling suddenly leapt up, his body shooting out like a sharp sword.
Bang!
The man was directly knocked down to the ground by Ye Ling's leg whip, his chest caved in, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
However, the man did not put up any resistance, not even showing the slightest hint of pain, as if he was devoid of sensation.
"It's over!"
Ye Ling let out a sigh of relief, just about to speak when suddenly his pupils shrank, his face revealing an incredulous expression.
He saw the man standing up straight away, his injuries healing at a visibly rapid rate.
A hint of shock flashed in Ye Ling's eyes, and he inwardly sighed at the man's incredible recovery ability.
"Boss, what do we do now?"
Ye Ling looked to Ye Jiu.
"Hold on a moment!"