"What are you doing?" Huo Fei Li said to the Dark Lord while he pushed Lu Ting to the back.
She shook her head at him and tugged on his sleeve, wanting to pull him along with her.
But Huo Fei Li stood where he was and he moved his other hand to the handle of his sword.
There was no time for words.
Things were moving fast with the Dark Lord approaching with a cold stare.
Sing.
Huo Fei Li drew out his sword and pointed it at the Dark Lord.
The temperature in the surroundings dropped with the blade of the sword giving out a cold glare.
His men also drew out their swords and stepped forward.
The Dark Lord was unfazed by them and he stretched out his arms, as if he was inviting them to attack.
Roar.
Huo Fei Li's men gave out a roar and they lunged at him.
Two of them slashed their swords at his legs while two of them leaped and attacked from the air.
Their swords shot out slicing waves at the Dark Lord from all angles.
