"There's no point in saying this now; we still need to find a way to prolong the conflict."
Just now, he also contacted Wei San, hoping that the other party could arrive as soon as possible.
" Brother Fan, what do we do now? If we keep hiding, they'll find us eventually, won't they?"
No sooner had the fat man asked the question than Jiang Fan suddenly stood up.
"Come on, they're coming."
How did you know?
"Never mind that, let's go."
A short while later, Jiang Fan led the fat man into the second-floor bathroom.
The distance from the fourth floor to the second-floor restroom wasn't short. Jiang Fan led the fat man around, perfectly avoiding all the assassins along the way.
This surprised the fat man.
" Brother Fan, are your perception abilities really that strong?"
Anyway, the idea that they were just incredibly lucky is simply impossible.
Jiang Fan didn't have time to answer the fat man's question, nor did he want to.
At this moment, within the range of his Psychic Power, he could clearly "see" the locations of more than a dozen assassins in the mall.
"Oh no! Someone's getting close! Jump out the window!"
How did you know--
No sooner had the fat man finished speaking than Jiang Fan jumped down from the window.
They're in the second-floor bathroom!
The assassin who burst in shouted.
"Holy crap! We've really been found out!"
Without saying a word, the fat man jumped down.
He was increasingly puzzled as to how Jiang Fan had discovered it.
It's as if Jiang Fan is sitting in the monitoring room, able to keep track of all the movements outside in real time.
"Over here!"
Jiang Fan continued to flee with the fat man.
"No! Someone's coming this way, go that way!"
"Oh oh!"
The situation was critical, and the fat man didn't care how Jiang Fan had discovered the ambushing assassins in advance; escaping was the most important thing.
"This side won't work either!"
Jiang Fan quickly stopped and turned left, rushing towards a bank.
" Brother Fan! You're amazing!"
The fat man's face was full of admiration.
He simply couldn't believe that these people would dare to storm into the bank and kill them.
However, the truth is that these people actually dared to do it!
They relentlessly pursued them.
Seeing this, Jiang Fan no longer dared to rush into the bank.
If you actually get inside the bank and are surrounded by these people, you'll be trapped like a turtle in a jar.
So he had no choice but to turn around again.
The assassins were no pushovers either; they communicated with each other via Bluetooth earpieces, coordinating their attack and eventually driving Jiang Fan and the fat man into an underground parking garage.
The fat man and Jiang Fan stood back to back, the fat man looking miserable.
" Xiao Gang is seriously injured and can no longer fight. I will use the willpower left in my body by our ancestor. Brother Fan, you take this opportunity to escape."
Jiang Fan hadn't expected the fat man to have such a trump card. "Will it work?"
"Don't worry, my ancestor's willpower is something these people can't withstand."
"Then why didn't you use it before?" Jiang Fan asked, puzzled.
If he hadn't arrived in time, the fat man would probably have been cleaved in two.
"Actually, I was planning to use it before, but you happened to show up and save me," the fat man explained.
"So that's how it is," Jiang Fan suddenly realized, and then his expression turned serious.
"Hurry up and act. If their reinforcements arrive, we'll all be wiped out here."
After exchanging glances, the assassins didn't waste any more time, grabbing their weapons and surrounding Jiang Fan and his companion.
Without further hesitation, the fat man immediately released the willpower left by his ancestor within him.
As the illusory figure hovered above the fat man's head, an indescribable, terrifying pressure instantly filled the entire underground parking garage.
Almost all the assassins who rushed at him were pinned to the ground, and Jiang Fan wasn't much better off.
Until the fat man spoke up, "Grandpa, he's my brother."
The illusory figure above the fat man's head glanced sideways at Jiang Fan, and with that one glance, the oppressive aura emanating from Jiang Fan vanished.
At the same time, it also allowed them to see the face of the phantom clearly. Although the phantom was somewhat transparent, the general outline of the features could still be made out.
Huh?
Why does this face look so familiar?
like--
She looks like Wang Yao!
However, upon closer inspection, there are some discrepancies.
Compared to the young Wang Yao, this phantom's face appears more mature.
To say she's mature might be a bit disrespectful; to be precise, she's more feminine and exudes a myriad of charms.
The illusory figure looked at the group of assassins lying on the ground. Although his expression was extremely cold and stern, his eyes always gave people an indescribable charm.
Under the terrifying pressure, the assassins were drenched in sweat, trembling all over, their joints cracking as if they would shatter at any moment.
"Tell me, who sent you?"
The woman's voice was languid, like that of a cat that had just woken up.
Jiang Fan couldn't help but glance at her a few more times. Wang Yao and this old ancestor of the Pill Pavilion not only looked alike, but even their voices and the rhythm of their speech were similar.
Even if Wang Yao is a direct descendant of this ancestor, there's no need for them to look so alike, is there?
Just as Jiang Fan was making his own guesses, another chilling pressure suddenly struck.
Fortunately, the patriarch of the Pill Pavilion intervened in time, sweeping away the oppressive aura that had been placed on Jiang Fan and the fat man with a flick of his wide sleeve.
Even so, Jiang Fan and the fat man were not in good condition; they were both sweating profusely and panting heavily.
"And who are you? Why are you hiding? Are you afraid I'll recognize you?"
Wang Yao looked at the masked man standing in mid-air, trying to see his face clearly through the mask.
But it failed; the mask on the man's face served to prevent him from being seen.
Jiang Fan tried using his Psychic Power, but he was unable to see the face behind the mask.
"Enough with the nonsense. Since I'm here, it's obviously to deal with you. Make your move."
After saying this, the masked man said no more and launched a fierce attack on the willpower of the Pill Pavilion's ancestor.
Jiang Fan looked up at the phantoms and masked men engaged in fierce combat in the air. Their strength was far beyond that of Jin Changfeng and Zhou Lingxing.
It should be noted that Jin Changfeng and Zhou Lingxing are both Ninth Rank High Stage Martial Artist, and the two people currently fighting are even stronger than them, indicating that both of them have reached the Martial Saint Realm.
Martial Saint Realm! They are on a completely different level from ordinary Martial Artist.
It was precisely because of the masked man's appearance that the group of assassins who had been overwhelmed by the oppressive aura emanating from the phantom were able to recover.
"Kill!"
The one who shouted this was the strongest among them, Early-Stage Sixth Rank Martial Artist.
It must be said that the strength of Early-Stage Sixth Rank Martial Artist is simply beyond Jiang Fan's ability to handle.
Looking at the group of assassins about to rush up, and then at the illusory figures in the air who were engaged in fierce fighting and had no time to pay attention to him and Fatty, Jiang Fan pursed his lips, knowing that now was not the time to hide his strength. If he continued to hide his strength, he was afraid that he and Fatty would lose their lives.
So he slammed his palm down on the ground, and as the magic circle pattern appeared, figures resembling small hills emerged from it.