Ye Jiu cursed under his breath, a trace of helplessness flashing across his face.
But there wasn't a hint of surprise on Ye Ling's face, calm and composed from beginning to end, having anticipated this all along.
The genetic warriors charged at Ye Ling once again, this time with a speed significantly faster than before, reaching him in almost the blink of an eye.
Giant fists tore through the air, aimed directly at Ye Ling's forehead with a whooshing sound, stabbing towards him.
Ye Ling's expression remained indifferent, and upon seeing this, he suddenly cracked a smile, "Since you're asking for a beating, I'll oblige!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Ye Ling, with a demonic knife in his hand, swayed and vanished from where he stood.
When he reappeared, he was by the side of a genetic warrior, the demonic knife chopping down fiercely.
Splat!
The blade's light split the void, and a trace of blood appeared on the neck of the genetic warrior.