"Oh, you're so high and mighty, so impressive. We know you're loyal to the Nether King. We don't need you—we can deal with our enemies on our own!"
Spiky had no choice but to compromise. He was well aware of the three brothers' strength. He might not fear any one of them in a one-on-one fight, but when they fought together, their teamwork was flawless. His own men might not be a match for them at all.
Just then, as Fan was being swarmed by his attackers, he made a careless mistake. A blade cut viciously into his left shoulder, the gash so deep it nearly severed his entire arm.
"He's wounded! Finish him! Don't hold back!"
Seeing this, Spiky no longer cared about the Qian Brothers. With a great roar, he leaped up and charged at Fan, rallying his men.
Fan shook his head forcefully, trying to clear his increasingly fuzzy thoughts. He knew with grim certainty that he wouldn't be able to withstand their next assault.
WHOOSH!
WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
