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With Yang Huaheng's roar, more than a dozen Death Servants with indifferent gazes, akin to emotionless zombies, charged towards Tang Yi in the darkness!
Their figures were like ghosts!
They were strong and difficult to deal with.
Because these fellows were the Death Servants bred by the Yang Family!
They were people who should have been dead, whom the Yang Family had saved over the years through various relationships and channels.
Then, with heavy expenditure, they had settled their families well.
Hence, the meaning of their existence every day was to sacrifice their lives for the Yang Family when needed, to perish together with the enemy.
Tang Yi met them head-on, thrusting his knife into one fellow's chest. However, not only did this guy not cry out or recoil in pain, but he even ferociously charged at Tang Yi.
His long knife was aimed straight at Tang Yi's chest.
