Ding Fan quickly became entangled with the five black-clad men.
In no time, the fight became a blur, indistinguishable from one another, and soon, screams continued to echo.
Ah…
A black-clad man fell to the ground with a thud.
Clang, clang, clang…
The sound of metal clashing echoed sporadically as Ding Fan wielded his dagger, his arms in a flurry, launching fierce attacks.
Before long, the second black-clad man fell, collapsed on the ground, completely unconscious.
The third black-clad man fell…
The fourth black-clad man fell…
Seeing this scene, Lianzi, Ye Ming, and others were utterly shocked. Although they wanted to help Ding Fan, they knew their own cultivation had not yet reached the Nascent Soul Stage, and they might not be of much help. Just as they were about to make their decision to intervene...
At this point, four black-clad men lay on the ground, motionless, covered in deep gashes, with blood continually oozing out; clearly, they were beyond saving.
