After Ying Ming Hao and the others killed that disciple in the Life-and-Death Arena, they did not pause for even a moment. Like ravenous tigers pouncing on prey, they launched an even fiercer assault on Zhao Mei and her two companions.
By now, Zhao Mei, Long Ji, and Luo Kai were already frightened out of their wits.
They looked around in terror. The more than three hundred people who had stood there before now lay sprawled every which way, their blood staining the entire Life-and-Death Arena red.
Now only the three of them remained, isolated and alone. Facing such savage enemies, how could they not panic?
Worse still, they had already exhausted every trump card in their earlier attempt to settle the battle.
Their condition deteriorated by the moment. Their bodies were utterly exhausted, and their minds teetered on the brink of collapse.
Were they really going to die here today?
At that thought, their fear grew even stronger, and their attacks became feeble and powerless.
Ying Ming Hao and the others, however, fought with ever-growing ferocity. Fatty Zhang, in particular, cut an imposing figure.
He held the Space-Shattering Hammer, his entire body wreathed in flames. Like a descended god of war, he radiated an overwhelming presence.
He charged at Zhao Mei and her companions like a gale. Every swing of the Space-Shattering Hammer stirred up a fierce whirlwind of flames, forcing the three of them to retreat again and again.
Under his relentless assault, the three had no strength to strike back. They could only flee in disarray.
The disciples watching from the perimeter were in an uproar.
The heart-stopping scene before them shocked them beyond measure, while also setting their blood boiling.
After all, this was twelve people turning the tables on three hundred and twelve!
Moreover,