Eleven dull thuds.
When the sound stopped.
Phoo.
O'Neal spat out a mouthful of blood, spraying over two meters away, then his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed on the ground, convulsing.
"So fast!"
The Yin Beasts looked at Shi Huntian in surprise.
"I only saw eight punches!"
Someone said.
"I saw nine punches!"
"I only saw six punches!"
The Yin Beasts exchanged glances, their faces full of shock.
At this moment, Song Yun was looking at the Yin Beasts opposite, feeling a bit strange.
It seemed like there were just nine people, still missing one, where did he go?
Just then.
A gust of dark wind blew from the side.
A dagger suddenly appeared next to Song Yun, slashing toward his neck.
"So that's where you are!"
Song Yun realized suddenly.
"Still thinking of other things, I'll take your head!"
The newcomer snorted coldly, his hand moving even faster.
Song Yun turned his head and glanced at him.
It was a black man.
