Chen Ding'an frowned at the five figures in midair. Their leader wore a strip of black cloth over his eyes and seemed to be blind; the one on the left kept rubbing his bald head and grinning foolishly; the one on the right had only one eye and the unmistakable air of a ruthless bandit. The two behind them were strange as well: one had flames of laws rising from his hands, while the other had green hair-and, more importantly, his left hand was pinned behind his back with steel nails.
"This won't be an easy fight!" Chen Ding'an said gravely.
"What do we do? Should we retreat for now?" Mo Qilin asked with a frown as well.
"Retreat? I'm afraid it's already too late to leave!" Among the five clones, the "blind man" wearing the black cloth spoke slowly, his hoarse voice carrying an unquestionable pressure. "The five of us brothers love nothing more than 'guests' who come knocking."
As soon as he finished speaking, the air around him seemed to freeze. An invisible Mental Power field spread like a tide, sending stabbing pain through Chen Ding'an's and Mo Qilin's heads and making even their Divine Sense sluggish.
"Heh heh heh..." Niu Gen rubbed his gleaming head and said with a foolish grin, "What's so fun about fighting and killing? Why don't you let me take your bones apart and make ornaments out of them?"
He looked simpleminded, but he was actually as shrewd as a monkey. He had already silently blocked their escape route.
"Enough nonsense!" The one-eyed bandit Niu Sui spat impatiently, his lone eye gleaming viciously. At some point, a massive axe flashing with cold light had appeared in his hand.
"Boss, stop wasting time with them. Just cut them down!" A powerful stench of blood