He Dazhi did not rush into the battlefield. He stood where he was, watching the several battlefields split apart by his fellow disciples, keeping guard against Blood-Sucking Old Demon and the other Demon Sect experts.
The Demon Sect members who had come this time were not limited to the Ghost King Sect alone.
When Baidu Zi and the others saw Demon Sect disciples being killed again and again, though they were unwilling to be used by the Ghost King, they could not simply watch their own followers and disciples die before their eyes.
The few of them exchanged a glance, then charged out one after another, rushing toward the battlefield where Sixth Senior Brother and the others were.
"Just as expected!" He Dazhi murmured when he saw this, then flew forward to meet them. Only Zhang Xiaofan and Luo Yunji, the two youngsters who had already run back and sat off to the side, were left behind. Oh! There were also Big Yellow, still clutching its nose and "whimpering," and Little Gray beside it, scratching its fur.
Zhang Xiaofan looked worriedly at his senior brothers and sisters on the battlefield, then lowered his head to look at his Little Junior Brother, who was leaning against Big Yellow and eating again, somewhat unable to make up his mind.
"Go on! Go on! I'll protect Big Yellow and Little Gray!" Luo Yunji waved his chubby paw at Zhang Xiaofan and said.
When Big Yellow and Little Gray heard Luo Yunji's words, one forgot the sour pain in its nose and the other forgot to scratch fur. Both turned their heads in disbelief to look at the Little Fatty who was eating.
After Zhang Xiaofan heard this, the corners of his mouth lifted. He cleaned the bits of food stuck to Little Fatty's