Zhao Jin leaned over and coughed immediately, every time he coughed, a mouthful of Yin Hong's blood would come out, and there was an obvious collapse in his chest.

"Damn it, how could that guy's physical strength be so terrifying?"

Zhao Jin clenched his fists tightly, still recalling the power of Ning Qi's punch just now, and felt a little unbelievable.