With Du Xiang swinging his sword so chaotically, Mu Bai found it extremely difficult to close in for the moment and hurriedly dodged to avoid the azure rays shooting from the sword.
"Attack! All of you, attack, or we'll all die!"
Du Xiang swung his sword like a madman, but his mind remained perfectly clear. He was merely buying time, calling for the tribe's experts to come out together and surround Mu Bai.
Du Lang understood this perfectly well too, knowing that when the lips were gone, the teeth would feel the cold. He immediately raised the Wolf-Tooth Great Club and charged at Mu Bai with a shout. From among the Eastern Nether Great Tribe's nearly thousand tribespeople, more than ten Xiu Zun immediately flew out as well. Led by Du Zhong, Du Yin, and the others, they all hurtled forward, weapons in hand, to kill him.
Du Lang was about to reach him, the sharp teeth of his enormous Wolf-Tooth Great Club gleaming coldly as he swung it straight at Mu Bai's head.
Mu Bai immediately assumed the form of a god-devil and sidestepped Du Lang's heavy blow. Reaching out, he seized Du Lang's arm, gritted his teeth with a shout, and hoisted him high overhead before flinging him at Du Xiang, who was still wildly swinging his sword.
Du Xiang was hardly mad or stupid. Seeing Du Lang thrown toward him like a human sandbag, he had no choice but to stop swinging his sword and reach out his large hand to catch him.
In an instant, Mu Bai lunged in and drove his right fist heavily into Du Xiang's face. Blood spurted from Du Xiang's mouth and nose as he staggered several steps backward. At the same time, Mu Bai turned his left hand into a blade