"Heh heh heh..."
"You scoundrels, just be good and accept your deaths!"
"Hahahaha! Let's see how you escape this time!"
"Your Storage Rings belong to us now."
"Fat lambs, here we come!"
"Wash your necks and wait for death!"
The speed at which Murong Fu, Li Ming, and the others arrived completely exceeded Luo Bai's expectations.
Before they could even carve a bloody path out, those thousands of people closed in around them like a sudden storm.
In the blink of an eye, over six thousand people had formed an iron wall around Luo Bai and his companions, trapping them so tightly that not even water could leak through.
Faced with such an enormous number of enemies, those who had originally been at the center of the fighting began withdrawing in orderly fashion,
while Murong Fu, Li Ming, and the others stepped forward with savage grins, unleashing their attacks with thunderous might.
Luo Bai and his companions paled in alarm.
They had already been at a disadvantage, and now the enemy's numbers had multiplied several times over. Every one of these newcomers was a formidable fighter. What were they supposed to do?
Were they really going to die here today and descend to the Yellow Springs?
Before Luo Bai and the others could devise a countermeasure, however, Wan Junming charged at them like a maddened beast, spraying fire wildly with his Blue-Flame Gatling.
The dense hail of bullets poured down like rain, leaving them nowhere to dodge.
At the same time, Li Ming sent five or six puppets racing toward them like phantoms. Their nimble movements and vicious attacks put Luo Bai and his companions under immense pressure.
Meanwhile, Wang Yiting stood to one side, freely unleashing her Joyous Union Aphrodisiac Art. Pink light spread like smoke, gradually clouding