The ghostly figure was already darting back and forth among the twelve warriors.
Sometimes appearing here, sometimes vanishing there.
For the moment, the Twelve Eagles found it difficult to catch sight of him.
However, Lin Zifeng had misjudged their combined strength.
The twelve men's physical bodies were extremely formidable; unless Lin Zifeng employed his full power, it would be difficult to break them solely with force.
"Pop!"
With the twelve men working together, Lin Zifeng was again thrown back more than ten meters.
The blood and energy within his body surged intensely.
"Pop—!"
The air vibrated as three punches, filled with overpowering energy, pounded forward.
This time, Lin Zifeng had nowhere left to retreat; their powerful advance had left him with no space to evade with the wall behind him.
Facing those three destructive forces, he launched a fierce counterattack.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
