"Flank them from both sides! With an opportunity right before our eyes, why would we let it slip away?!"
A cold smile curled at Long Ji's lips. With a wave of his arm, the White Flood Serpent, the Ox Demon, and the others shot forward like arrows loosed from a bow, racing in from left and right with the speed of wind and lightning to surround Li Yang's group.
Only Zhu Fei and the other gravely wounded companions remained where they were. Some lay down, others sat, their faces twisted in pain. Clearly, they could no longer fight.
The Ox Demon, Wang Di, and the others wore cold smiles, their eyes filled with disdain for Li Yang's group, as though the outcome of this battle had already been decided.
After every major battle, Long Ji fairly distributed resources according to each person's contributions.
This system of rewarding effort greatly boosted everyone's enthusiasm. They all longed to distinguish themselves in battle and earn more resources.
"Senior Brother Li, this doesn't look good. They're closing in from the front and rear. What do we do?!"
The young man's face was pale, and his voice trembled.
His heart was filled with fear. In their current condition, encountering powerful enemies would surely leave them with no way out but death.
Li Yang's expression was equally grim. He clenched his fists, veins bulging on his forehead.
He knew perfectly well that the situation was severely against them, but he forced himself to remain composed and said heavily:
"Move, quickly! Follow me and change direction. Perhaps this is just a coincidence!"
Before he had finished speaking, however, another group suddenly appeared ahead, blocking their path.
"Senior Brother Li, look! There are people blocking us up ahead too. We're surrounded on all sides!"
The baby-faced man