Zhu Yanfeng strode over, his gaze sweeping over Chen Cong with concern and worry. "Master Cong, how are you? Are you all right?" His voice was low and strong, revealing his deep affection for Chen Cong.
Chen Cong shook his head lightly, his eyes steady and calm. "I'm fine. And you?" His words were brief but firm, as though telling Zhu Yanfeng there was no need to worry too much about him.
Zhu Yanfeng smiled at that, a hearty look crossing his face. "An injury like this is nothing to old Zhu here. I'm just a little spent." There was a hint of self-mockery and resilience in his voice, as though he could persevere through any hardship.
Chen Cong nodded. He understood Zhu Yanfeng's temperament and strength, and knew that he always remained calm and resilient in the face of adversity.
Meanwhile, a heart-stopping pursuit unfolded fiercely in the darkness. Both sides moved like ghosts in the night, trading blows and pitting their wits and courage against each other. For a time, the scene descended into utter chaos.
"Quick, keep up with them!" Ji Boda's father, Ji Sijian, shouted. His voice echoed through the night, filled with urgency and resolve.
Taking advantage of their superior numbers and familiarity with the terrain, they pursued relentlessly. Like beasts surrounded by hunters, the Black-Clothed Men were driven into a desperate corner.
Battle erupted in an instant. The Black-Clothed Men fought back with all their strength, but gradually succumbed beneath the ferocious attacks of Sijian and the others.
After a fierce clash, the number of fleeing Black-Clothed Men dwindled sharply, with roughly a third cut down. Although Ji Liu and the others had also paid a considerable price, they ultimately secured victory.
"There were around a hundred and fifty of them when they