"Are you waiting for those men of yours?"
Surprisingly, Luo Ming wasn't in a hurry, and neither was Zhou Fan. After all, Zhou Fan's side held the complete advantage. The other man was waiting, and so was he.
"Stop waiting. I don't think they're going to make it."
Noticing the change in Luo Ming's expression, Zhou Fan smiled faintly, raised his hand, and pointed behind him.
"The great Nether King, stooping to such a petty trick... I never would have expected it. You don't really think you can fool me, do you? Trying to get me to turn around so you can launch a sneak attack?" Luo Ming's face was filled with disdain and even a hint of mockery. To him, this was nothing but a childish ploy.
"Sigh. Why won't you believe me? You have six men in total, all dressed like you. Two of them are already dead. The two short ones with mustaches."
