Daxia immediately picked over twenty elite soldiers. These were strong soldiers who all came from the battlefield. With them, the chances of success were high. Daxia led them and charged into the crowd. The masked men on the other side didn't notice anything unusual about Daxia.
Ye Chen sat on the steps, while two underlings cut open Ye Chen's clothes with a knife, then stopped his bleeding, sprinkled Yunnan Baiyao, and wrapped him up with gauze. One of the underlings hastily said, "Chen, you absolutely can't move anymore, or stopping the bleeding would be for nothing!"
"Damn it, can I not move?" Ye Chen glared at the two of them and said, "The brothers are bleeding, so why can't I bleed? Enough, everyone, pause for me!"
As he spoke, Ye Chen immediately tore off that ragged clothing, raised the Mountain Axe, and charged into the fray once more. The two underlings were moved by Ye Chen's words and also picked up their machetes and charged in.
