This turn of events caught many people by surprise.
Divine Calculator's Disciple's side was shocked at first, then turned furious.
"Black Lion, you actually faked your death!"
"Have you gone mad? You killed one of our people. Have you already defected to Fan Lang's side?"
"You damned traitor!"
The crowd cursed and raged.
Black Lion remained unmoved. Beneath his iron mask, his eyes gleamed with chilling coldness as he stared impassively at his former companions.
These so-called companions had only gathered together temporarily for the sake of profit. Black Lion was a mercenary; whoever paid him, he worked for them. He had always been this way.
Loyalty bought with money was destined to be limited.
Naturally, Fan Lang had arranged this sudden change. Everything was under his control. The scene of Black Lion being killed earlier had merely been an act.
With Black Lion as an additional helper, the situation changed at once.
"That money wasn't wasted."
Fan Lang smiled faintly and continued driving the twin swords in his hands.
Boom!!!
The fully charged twin swords let out an earthshaking roar, the power they carried having reached a limit.
Fan Lang spread his hands apart and swung the twin swords at the Black and White Dual Fiends, choosing these two enemies as his first targets. The swords shot forth like rainbows, unleashing two streams of energy sword qi that swept through the air.
The Black and White Dual Fiends blanched in horror and immediately formed a two-person formation. Black and white currents surged into a storm that protected them at its center. The sword qi followed, crashing into the storm and forcibly cleaving it apart. Screams rang out from within.
Fan Lang maintained his sword-swinging stance, continuously releasing energy as his offensive grew stronger and more terrifying.
In the end,