It was over.
There was no explaining it now.
Mo Zigui roared, "I'm not with them!"
Pan An froze, then hurriedly said, "Senior, I'm not familiar with anyone here! I don't know a single one of them! It's all been a misunderstanding from start to finish. How about you let me go in confusion first? I really don't know any of them!"
The others had already fought their way out of the house and were moving this way. Several hundred people surrounded them, hacking and fighting. The group held their formation, but they could only barely endure.
Zhao Ritian had been stabbed twice by the Ouyang Family. Left with no choice, he joined Long Aotian and the Mo Family group.
Everyone had screwed each other over by now. Fair enough.
Spotting Pan An, Long Aotian shouted, "Seventh Brother! Come help!"
"Huh!?" Pan An was dumbfounded.
Zhao Ritian also shouted angrily, "They'll stab you! They just stabbed me! Get over here! Pan An! Come on! Come help!"
Pan An trembled.
Long Aotian's little face was blackened by the smoke, and nobody recognized him as Long Aotian.
Pan An's mind had short-circuited too.
Ouyang Zuoheng stared at him. "You don't know a single one of them!?"
"Listen to me explain!"
Ouyang Zuoheng roared and drove his sword through Pan An's chest. "Explain it to the King of Hell!"
Mo Zigui forced back several experts, then flashed over with his sword aimed straight at Ouyang Zuoheng.
Ouyang Zuoheng was stabbed in the chest, but Mo Zigui felt his blade go in only partway before it could not advance any farther.
He kicked Ouyang Zuoheng to the ground, grabbed the badly wounded Pan An, and charged off to save his brothers.
Pan An spat blood. "Stop grabbing me... let me explain it to him..."