Ye Fan immediately raised his Yuanhong Sword and slashed at the approaching shadow. The shadow swiftly dodged, but at that moment, the remaining four rushed in to attack him.
"Nine Yang Power!" Ye Fan roared, unleashing a thick, blazing stream of True Qi that deflected their attacks.
In a one-on-one fight, Ye Fan could win easily without much effort. Even against two, he could still secure victory. Facing three, he could hold his ground. Against four, he started to feel the pressure, able to guarantee only his own survival. Against all five, even escaping was a problem.
If he had reached the Saint Realm, killing all five would not be an issue. Unfortunately, he was still one step away.
He repelled the two in front, but attacks immediately came from his back, his side, and above. Ye Fan could only dodge hastily.
