In the midst of chaos, Shi Hongyi was slashed a few times and then, with a crackling sound, transformed into a flash of lightning that shot towards the distance.
Between his own safety and his son's, Shi Hongyi ultimately chose the former.
Ji Xinghuo did not chase after him.
He glanced at Shi Renzhong on the ground; thick reinforcement bars had pierced through the floor, binding Shi Renzhong like ropes, suspending and erecting him in mid-air. The tips of several bars turned into spikes that penetrated half an inch into Shi Renzhong's neck.
At that moment, with just a thought, he could have killed Shi Renzhong.
Several hundred meters away.
Shi Hongyi hovered mid-air, looking coldly at Shi Renzhong being controlled again. The wound by his lower right rib had already healed, his complexion recovered as before, as if Ji Xinghuo's Electric Light Spiral Force had been ineffective.
But deep in his eyes, there was a profound wariness of Ji Xinghuo.
"That punch just now..."
