Xue Yong's feet left the ground, and his face instantly flushed from pale to red. His breathing became rapid and difficult, and he gripped Lao Xie's wrist with all his might, but he couldn't move it an inch.
"You're the captain of the squad. Your team lost several members. It's your responsibility."
Lao Xie's tone was calm, yet carried a chilling coldness. As soon as he finished speaking, he flung his big hand, and Xue Yong's body flew out like a kite with a broken string.
Immediately after, the fleshy wings on his back wrapped Xue Yong's body tightly, like rolling up a piece of meat, and then slammed him hard onto the rocky ground.
Crack——!
A crisp sound of bones breaking vaguely sounded. Xue Yong hit the ground heavily, his qi and blood surged, his face alternating between green and white, his throat tasted sweet, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
