The encirclement and counter-encirclement continued across the clearing!
With a Dou Ling expert holding them back up front and numerous powerful Blood Guards launching sneak attacks around them, the people of Black Skull Tomb could not hold out.
And with Fan Ling secretly firing cold arrows from outside the fray, the outcome was already plain to see.
Under such extreme circumstances, Mo Erhan had not even held on for the time it took an incense stick to burn before Elder Fu Luo of the Blood Sect forced an opening in his defenses.
Though he fought back desperately and severely injured Elder Fu Luo, even rendering him incapable of further battle, the leader of Black Skull Tomb was ultimately struck unconscious by Fu Luo's ruthless palm strike, left completely senseless.
"Ptui!"
Elder Fu Luo clutched his chest, took several deep breaths, and spat out a mouthful of blood. He glanced at the few Blood Guards still remaining, as well as Elder Han, who had already been severely wounded.
"Alas!"
Elder Fu Luo could not help shaking his head with a bitter smile and sighing. He had not expected the people of Black Skull Tomb to be so fearless in the face of death. It had been a hard battle, and their losses were heavy.
Seeing that Mo Erhan had finally fallen unconscious, Fan Ling, who had kept his bowstring drawn outside the battlefield, finally let out a breath and casually tossed aside his bow.
He strode forward as eagerly as if he had spotted a beautiful woman, snatched a weapon from a Blood Guard's hand, and viciously slashed it across Mo Erhan's throat, ending his life while he was still unconscious.
A Dou Wang expert like Mo Erhan had died in such a stifled, humiliating manner. Truly... alas...
Fan Ling flicked