The masters brought by Wuchen grew increasingly flustered in battle. They were few in number, only seven or eight people, while Wang Teng's followers numbered over a hundred, and these followers simply wouldn't die!
No matter how heavily injured they were, they would stand up again and launch another attack.
Moreover, these people had incredible strength. Getting hit by just one punch sent their blood surging, and it took them quite a while to recover.
"Damn it, what on earth are these things?"
Wuchen's face turned grim.
"You worthless trash, daring to cause trouble in my Wang Family. Now that you've seen our power, it's too late!"
Wang Teng felt very smug as his side gained the upper hand.
"Interesting."
Li Chuan's gaze fell upon Wang Teng's followers.
These people's eyes were extremely cold and merciless, lacking any bit of emotion. Their entire being resembled walking corpses.
