"Ximen Baizhan, what are you doing?"
Luo Huan looked at Ximen Baizhan who snatched his opponent, feeling a bit disrespected by Ximen Baizhan's actions.
Ximen Baizhan, however, didn't look back and continued his fierce assault on Li Feng: "Orders from the Think Tank, we are to finish this quickly."
"While you are dawdling, our comrades are sacrificing themselves for us."
Upon hearing this, Luo Huan's face immediately turned cold, but thinking of his comrades being held captive, he could only silently swallow his frustration.
"Hmph, I'll deal with you later."
With that, Luo Huan lifted his silver spear and joined the fray. As battle-hardened comrades, the two of them cooperated seamlessly, leaving Li Feng momentarily unable to retaliate.
But that wasn't the end.
"Count me in as well."
Yang Feixue climbed up from the ground, dusting off the dirt from his body, feeling utterly displeased at being underestimated.
He was the Blood Drinking Mad Blade, after all.
