"Shut up!!"
Hearing Long Zhenhai's mockery, Yuan Fan, already consumed by rage, completely snapped and let out a furious roar.
"You're nothing but an arrow at the end of its flight, yet you still dare be arrogant?!"
Long Zhenhai gave a cold shout, his eyes narrowing as killing intent surged and boiled. Then he clenched his five fingers into a fist and once again smashed it fiercely toward Yuan Fan.
Yuan Fan's eyelids twitched violently. He wanted to dodge, but it was already too late. He could only immediately cross his arms before him to block.
"Bang!!"
A dull, thunderous impact resounded.
Yuan Fan had never been Long Zhenhai's match to begin with, let alone now, when he was severely wounded.
His body shook, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His figure flew rapidly backward, impossible to stop.
"Marshal!!"
Seeing this, the soldiers of the main military camp all felt their hearts and livers split apart, crying out in grief.
They had never imagined that even their marshal would be defeated!
These past days, they had been waiting for Jiang Bei to walk into their trap, yet what came instead was a hellish blow like this!
The three Supreme Immortals, including the marshal, were no match for Jiang Bei and his people. They had all been utterly crushed!
Throughout their lives, they had never seen or heard of their marshal suffering a defeat. Yet today, they had personally witnessed him being beaten until he had no strength to fight back!
"Marshal!!"
At that moment, seven or eight elites from the main military camp rushed out and charged toward Yuan Fan, intending to support him and take him away.
However, just as they were about to reach Yuan Fan—
A black-robed figure suddenly appeared before them, making their eyes