Unfortunately, there were too many men in black at the scene. They worked together seamlessly and quickly split Wang Nan's men from the Bearded Man's.
Wang Nan gripped his weapon and tangled with two men in black.
His moves were fierce and forceful, every slash carrying brutal strength. But the men in black were nimble, their sword techniques treacherous. Several times, their blades skimmed his flesh, leaving streaks of blood.
His underlings had it even worse. One had just raised his weapon when a man in black thrust a sword through his shoulder. His cleaver clanged to the ground, and his scream rang especially sharply through the night.
"This won't do." Zhang Zhao forced back the man in black before him, then caught sight of the Bearded Man surrounded by several enemies. He was barely able to hold on to the black case full of Spiritual Stones and shouted anxiously, "Mu Qi, we'll hold them off. Let the others break through first."
Mu Qi was circling a man in black, the dagger in his hand seeming to come alive. He avoided the other man's thrust, then slashed back at his wrist.
Hearing Zhang Zhao, he nodded. "You take the left. I'll take the right."
The moment he finished speaking, he suddenly threw his strength into the attack. The dagger, wreathed in Spiritual Light, stabbed toward the man in black's chest and forced him back. Then Mu Qi dipped low, slipped beneath the other man's armpit, and regrouped with Zhang Zhao.
The two stood back-to-back. Mu Qi's dagger and Zhang Zhao's long blade swept out at the same time, Spiritual Light weaving into a web that forced back the five men in black closing in on them.
"Go!" Mu Qi shouted. From the corner of his eye, he saw the Bearded