Three streaks of light tore through the night sky, descending from above with piercing shrieks.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three figures crashed heavily to the ground, forming a triangle around Fang Mo. The earth cracked, shattered stones flew, and violent auras pressed down like three mountains at once.
The man on the left was powerfully built. His arms were covered in thick purple-gold battle armor, and sharp claws extended from the tips of his fingers, glinting with cold light in the firelight.
The man on the right was lean and gaunt, holding a short blade in each hand. His battle armor clung tightly to his body, sleek and streamlined like flowing liquid.
The man directly ahead was the tallest of them all. Purple-gold battle armor covered his entire body, streaked with crimson patterns. Savage ramming horns protruded from his shoulders, elbows, and knees. He held a greatsword, his blazing gaze locked firmly onto Fang Mo.
"Three Level 6 Purple-Gold Warriors!"
In the distance, Farrow nearly burst into crazed laughter at the sight.
"Hahaha, three War Kings!"
He struggled free of those supporting him and staggered several steps forward, pointing at Fang Mo as he roared hoarsely:
"Fang Mo! Keep acting arrogant! Go on, act arrogant for me!"
"With three War Kings here, let's see where you can run today!"
Excitement twisted his face, his eyes bloodshot. His voice brimmed with madness and savage delight, utterly devoid of his former composure.
Sword King Barn was panting heavily as well. His battle armor was in tatters, and blood still flowed from many wounds across his body. Yet when he looked at Fang Mo, there was no longer fear in his eyes—only the joy of surviving a calamity.
At last, he had held on. If they had come any later, he would have had