Yan Long frowned at the sight, then immediately left his original position. However, instead of charging at Wu Biao, he appeared beside the young girl who was locked in a stalemate with the fat man wielding a ring-bladed weapon!
"Not good!"
The Shinigami girl's expression changed, but under the fat man's suppression, she could not even escape.
Yan Long snorted and said coldly, "You're taking this long to deal with a mere thought-form?"
"I'm sorry, Lord Yan Long!" The fat man with the ring-bladed weapon trembled.
The girl's body shook, confusion appearing in her eyes, yet she still said, "Who exactly are you people? Why are you attacking me? I'm a Shinigami, not some thought-form!"
With a disdainful look, Yan Long struck the Shinigami girl's neck with a chop of his hand. "A thought-form should know its place. Come with me quietly, and don't waste my time!"
Under Yan Long's hand chop, the girl went limp and collapsed.
Whoosh!
At that moment, a piercing sound suddenly tore through the air. Yan Long frowned, grabbed the Shinigami girl, and used Shunpo, vanishing before the sound could reach him!
Less than a second after he left, a figure came flying backward while spraying blood. Accompanied by a loud crash, the figure slammed into the ground, twitched a few times, and passed out!
The fat man holding the ring-bladed weapon paled and instinctively looked in the direction from which the figure had flown. At some point, only two people remained in the field. Of their group of six, two had already lost their ability to fight in the instant they clashed!
"A bunch of trash!"
Yan Long appeared in the distance, holding the girl as though she were cargo. He looked at the wary expressions of the remaining man and woman, then glanced