Fang smiled, his eyes cold as a sword mysteriously appeared in his hand.
Without turning, he said to the five disciples behind him.
"You guys can go ahead and rescue the people inside. I'll handle these ones."
Fellin nodded, then immediately led the girls into the bandit base.
"You'll regret coming here."
The Reaper Agent suddenly said, dashing at Fang with insane speed.
The long-haired youth easily blocked his attack with a sword.
Clang!
Fang effortlessly forced the masked man back, his eyes narrowing.
His gaze shifted to the Dark Lord.
"So you were being sponsored by the Reapers? No wonder your bandit group is so strong."
No one answered him with words, but with attacks.
The Dark Lord gripped a large battle-axe, then charged at Fang.
The Core Disciple swung his own sword, waves of icy air escaping from it.
Before the Dark Lord even reached him, he was assaulted by a bone-chilling cold. He fought back by wrapping himself in flames, then clashed with Fang.
Clang! Boom!
