Sam was staring at his empty hands and the mottled, cracked battle armor covering his body, completely dumbstruck.
In that split second of the exchange, he distinctly felt the taste of death.
"How... how is this possible?" Sam's head swirled with dizziness, feeling as if he were in a dream.
Seeing Ling Fan about to charge at him, he immediately showed his fierce intent, scared out of his wits.
If this happened again, he would surely die!
The battle armor on his body, it simply couldn't withstand a second burning from this guy.
"Fuck, damn that Ling Beiming, actually more twisted than me!" Sam couldn't help but curse inwardly.
With no time to think further, while the activation of the Behemoth Bloodline hadn't faded, he immediately turned and fled in panic.
"Damn it, where do you think you're going, have the guts to take another punch from grandpa!" Official Ling, seeing this, was instantly invigorated.