"Kill!"
No one knew which side made the first move.
The melee of five to six hundred people took place under the cover of night.
All of them elite, they fought with a resolve to die.
The fiercest of these battles was naturally between the Lonely Wolf Group and the Spiritual Fox Mercenary Corps.
As martial artists, they struck with all their might.
In their combat, not a bit of mercy was shown.
Amidst the spray of blood, more and more people fell into pools of it.
And those like Ning Mengyao, who were encircled in the middle, were pale as ghosts.
Even Li Qiqi, who had previously thought herself capable with some punches and kicks, couldn't help trembling.
With eyes squinted, she couldn't bear to look directly at the carnage before her.
Jiang Yuting hid fearfully behind her bodyguards, with eyes shut tight.
She had never witnessed such a bloody scene.
Yang Linglong had collapsed to the ground, retching non-stop.
"How are you holding up? If not, just close your eyes,"
