"Brother has died!"
"There's a master! Everyone, retreat quickly!"
With a single strike, An Jing killed a high-ranking Inner Strength warrior without even disrupting his breathing. With his left hand, he swung his mace again, smashing the head of a close approaching Zuohuan Sect Martial Artist, splattering blood and brain matter like smashing a watermelon.
The speed was simply too fast. Only at this moment did the various Zuohuan Sect Martial Artists respond, rallying their Battle Formation with shouts, "Form up a formation to stop him!"
In the blink of an eye, the Spirit Qi of Inner Breath within these warriors resonated in unison, forming a martial formation.
