Ye Shikai adjusted his inner breath; that last strike had consumed a considerable amount of his Inner Strength, all to crush Jialong in a single blow. Ye Shikai's hearing was astonishing; he could already faintly hear the noise of the distant crowd and the sound of sirens.
Jialong struggled to stand up, his body swaying slightly. It seemed that the punch he just took was rather tough to endure. Wiping the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, his eyes were bloodshot. He had already given it his all, yet he hadn't even managed to land a blow on the body of the Netherworld King. Could the Netherworld King truly be as otherworldly as the rumors suggested? Unwilling to give up, Jialong clenched his fists tight, ready to continue the attack.