Hearing their words, Li Huowang, who had just been lost in his own emotions, stared in shock at the scene before him. When he came back to his senses, a rush of hot blood surged to his brain. "This is all because of you bastards!"
CLANG. With a metallic ring, Li Huowang grabbed his longsword in one hand, kicked off the roof tiles with both feet, and charged at the three members of the Sitting Oblivion Path who had their backs to him.
Hearing the whistle of the blade from behind, the targeted Sitting Oblivion Path member's body bent sharply to the left as if it had snapped, allowing him to narrowly dodge the attack. His head, now hanging upside down, looked at Li Huowang in utter bewilderment. "Boss Hong Zhong, stop messing around! They won't believe you anymore. Hurry up and go! We'll cover you!"
Just then, the illusionary Hong Zhong at his side also drew near, advising with a serious expression, "He's right. This isn't the time to mess around. Retreat is what's important."
