Nalan Wushuang's face turned ashen. Seeing such a scene, he pursed his lips, momentarily lost for words.
The Nalan clansmen were also filled with anxiety, feeling like homeless dogs.
Though they had the advantage in numbers, after witnessing Ning Fan's tactics and strength, they lost the courage for a decisive battle.
Ning Fan wore a cold smile, triumphant, "Nalan Wushuang, things have come to this. Where does your Nalan Family go from here?"
"Of course, we fight to the end. The outcome isn't decided yet, why so arrogant?"
Nalan Wushuang immediately shouted angrily, trying to boost the morale of the Nalan clansmen.
However, the actual effect was minimal.
"Since you don't fear death, I'll send you to your demise."
Ning Fan smirked and waved toward the Shadow Team.
Ouyang Feifei and others promptly followed orders, drawing their swords, spears, swords, and halberds, ready to attack Nalan Wushuang and the others.
