Before long, the three-way battle had raged for more than an hour, time rushing past like flowing water.
Corpses littered the battlefield, countless bodies strewn every which way. The stench of blood filled the air and rose to the heavens.
Inhuman screams and anguished wails rose one after another, weaving a terrifying symphony.
Wang Lie was now covered in wounds, his clothes stained red with blood.
A moment earlier, Auntie Red had nearly slain him with a single sword strike. His life had hung by a thread.
He turned to glare at Little Blackie and roared himself hoarse:
"Little Blackie, go bring Liu Zhuer and Xu Xiuer here right now!"
At those words, Little Blackie breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. What a cushy assignment! He would not have to fight Su He and the others to the death.
He hurriedly answered, "Yes, Brother Wang!"
Before his words had faded, Little Blackie shot away like an arrow loosed from its bow, as though the wound on his thigh had healed instantly. There was no sign of any injury at all.
Little Blackie raced to his destination like the wind and lightning, only to find several burly men leisurely exercising with Liu Zhuer and the others, utterly indifferent to the life-and-death struggle raging up ahead.
Enraged at the sight, Little Blackie charged over and gave the burly men a savage beating, cursing all the while:
"Get away, you bastards! Our lives are on the line, and you still have the nerve to enjoy yourselves here?
You lot, hurry up and escort Liu Zhuer and Xu Xiuer over with me!"
"Brother Blackie, stop hitting us! We were just warming up before the fierce battle, weren't we?
Who knows if we'll still be alive to enjoy ourselves later?!"
One burly man spoke