"Kid, do you admit defeat now?" The Fist Saint stood proudly, like an invincible god of war!
Ye Luo took a step forward. "Old bastard, you've teased my son right in front of me several times. Do you really think there's nothing I can do about you...?"
A flash of mockery passed through the Fist Saint's eyes. "That's right. I do think there's nothing you can do about me..."
Ye Luo shook his head slightly. "I hope you can keep that optimism going. Brothers, these three old men are indeed a little strange. Don't let your guard down. Surround them and kill them!" What if they could not win one-on-one? Simple—gang up on them. The Zerg were not old-fashioned fools who cared about knightly honor. The Zerg had mostly fought one-on-one before because they had been certain of victory. But when they encountered a tough opponent, naturally, everyone attacked together!
"Ye Meng, Ye Lei, work with Thousand-Hand Demon Lord and take down the Fist Saint. As for the other two, Ye Long, Ye She, Ye Zhang, Ye Yan, you handle one. Ye Chao, Ye Yi, Ye You, Ye Bao, you handle the other. Do not underestimate them. End this quickly—kill!" With a fierce roar, dozens of streaks of light shot from the Nidhogg, heading straight for the three Saints.
The Fist Saint and the other two laughed. "Trying to win through numbers? Hahaha! Ye Luo, I'll teach you something: no matter how many ants there are, they are no match for humans!"
"Old man, you sure talk a lot!" Ye Meng charged forward, thrusting his blade at the Fist Saint's neck. At the same time, Thousand-Hand Demon Lord lashed out with a thousand tentacles from behind him! Ye Lei followed close behind Ye Meng, his four Cold Edge Longblades crossed