Huang Yuan'er and Uncle Qian were dead. The Long River Gang members present were dumbstruck.
After changing their blood to Demon Blood, their temperaments had grown especially savage. But now, as they looked at the long, sharp Horse-Chopping Saber in Chen Zhuo's hand, they couldn't help feeling apprehensive. Their eyes had cleared considerably, too.
Chen Zhuo's image, standing with his foot on the Dog Demon's head, had already been branded deep in their minds.
Two-thirds of them still had the strength to fight. Though fear had taken root in their hearts, they could only surround Chen Zhuo tightly. No one dared make the first move.
Yet at that moment, another figure surfaced in their minds, plunging them into even deeper terror.
They couldn't retreat.
Even if they escaped back in one piece, they would still die—and die far more miserably.
"We still have so many people. Maybe we can wear him down."
Quite a few of them were thinking the same thing.
Their advantage in numbers had become their only reliance.
Meanwhile, Sun Fei took advantage of the opening and fought his way out of the crowd.
When he reached Chen Zhuo's side, he was panting heavily, his whole body smeared with blood.
"Are you all right?"
Chen Zhuo asked.
"Don't worry. It's all these beasts' blood."
Sun Fei shook his head, then plopped down on the Dog Demon.
Chen Zhuo nodded. "Keep an eye on this beast for me. If it dares to move, smash its other two legs."
The Dog Demon shuddered and didn't dare move a muscle.
Chen Zhuo slowly lifted the foot he'd planted on the Dog Demon's head, glanced around, and gripped the saber's hilt with one hand.
"Come on. Let me see what you monsters are made of."
The instant the words left his