Gong Yu still wanted to say something when a wave of dizziness surged, "Oh no, I've been hit too!"
"Retreat quickly!"
Ge Changzhuang felt a chill down his spine, he jumped away at the fastest speed, watching the two people closest to him fight like madmen.
He knew both of them, they had a good relationship and were quite strong. But now, they were fighting to the death with fists and weapons clashing desperately.
From what he saw, the bulkier man on the left was kicked down by the shorter, thinner opponent, who then punched him in the face, the sound of bones breaking was clear.
But quickly, the bulkier man slashed the other man's throat with a blade, pressing on the bleeding wound as he fell.
At the same time, Ge Changzhuang's vision blurred, feeling a cold evil qi rushing to his forehead.
