*Bang!~*
Another kick landed on Ragnar Zlatan's crotch. It was Lezella Zlatan who contemptuously looked at the far cry of a Grand Elder who cowardly abandoned them before she moved away.
*Bang!~*
*Bang!~*
*Bang!~*
More kicks landed, making the expressions of the men who watched look away.
*Bang!~*
*Bang!~*
*Bang!~*
All twenty-two powerhouses kicked Ragnar Zlatan's groin, but they re-aligned themselves and began to kick again.
Why? Because they were told to kick until he fainted!
*Bang!~*
*Bang!~*
*Bang!~*
Ragnar Zlatan's face was blue at this moment, while he couldn't even raise his voice anymore. Because they were lower in physical strength than him, it did not cause him much damage, but the pain was difficult to bear, making him appear stiff. It was unbearable for him, his eye sockets looking as if was going to pop off.
