C889 Attack

In the blink of an eye, Zeng Kuilin's face was swollen from the beating.

He was still standing there like a human sandbag, motionless, allowing the fierce punches and kicks to hit his body.

Perhaps it was because he had hit enough that the Feather Cultivator stopped.

Peng!

Zeng Kuilin fell to the ground. Blood flowed out from his mouth, dyeing the snow on the ground dark red