"Pfft!"
Huang An was chopped in the back by a member of the Third Rank Ninth Layer Realm hunting team.
The cut was deep enough to see bone, and blood was pouring out.
Such wounds numbered more than ten on his body already.
"Old Huang, looks like we're going to fall here today,"
Song Yang said bitterly as he pushed back a member of the Third Rank Ninth Layer hunting team and retreated to Huang An's side.
At this moment, there were easily over forty people surrounding them.
Although they had already killed a good twenty-something people, the number of these Third Rank experts was still too overwhelming.
Especially since there were four of the Third Rank Ninth Layer Realm.
At this point, their True Yuan had almost run out, and their injuries were extremely severe.
They were barely hanging on by a thread.
"If we fall, we fall. A few decades later, we'll be brave men once again. You're not afraid of dying, are you?" Huang An said with a light laugh.
