At this moment, the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders were regretting so hard their guts were turning green; if they had known Ye Fan was this strong, they would never have chosen to make him their enemy.
But no matter what they said now, it was already too late. Ye Fan rampaged within the Killing Array like a true Killing God, and every move he made took a life.
"Break out, we have to break out, if this continues we're all going to die!"
The second of the Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders glared with bloodshot eyes, desperately sacrificing a Saint Lord Level Holy Weapon. Dim Divine Light surged out and resisted the bindings of the Array Patterns.
"When have my Iron Blooded Fifteen Riders ever been this pathetic? We've lost five brothers in a row, we must kill that bastard surnamed Ye to vent the hatred in my heart!"
Lang Tianmang's eyes were already red.
