Next, Feng Zhixiao quickly dashed towards the opponent. The opponent paused slightly, and six or seven people simultaneously tightened the encirclement. Feng Zhixiao faced the first person. The strength of the Church Guards was indeed formidable; the power of just one person was enough to exchange two moves with Feng Zhixiao. This put Feng Zhixiao under immense pressure; he hadn't expected a single guard to be so powerful. If several guards charged at him together, wouldn't he be finished?
With the previous probe, Feng Zhixiao dared not be careless. Ye Chen, who was on the side, saw Feng Zhixiao's struggle and fatigue, glanced at Feng Zhixiao, and said: "Zhi Xiao, you must be careful, don't be reckless. If it really doesn't work, just run!"
"Brother Chen, even if it means death, I will never run!" Feng Zhixiao gritted his teeth and immediately lunged forward.
