Just as Zhou Hao's voice had barely fallen, over a dozen people moved in unison. Fang Yi watched their every word and action, his expression cold and detached. He once again set down Hua Huiyue, whom he carried on his back.
Because Fang Yi had fled too hastily before, he did not bring the Black Prison with him. Thus, at this moment, Fang Yi could only fight with his bare hands against the encircling murder intent of these dozen adversaries. Deep in color and cold in demeanor, Fang Yi also made his move.
Divine Travel Steps!
With an unpredictable speed, Fang Yi quickly rushed toward the crowd, and upon entering the throng, he instantly unleashed the Eight Extremes Fist.
A disciple from the Qingcheng Sect came at him with a sword. Fang Yi sidestepped with a twist of his body, and in the next instant flicked his fingers, causing the opponent's longsword to tremble and fly out of their hand.
