Ye Jiu's face did not bear the slightest hint of panic; instead, the corners of his mouth curled into an indifferent smile.
The next moment, his figure suddenly vanished, a streak of cold light flashed through the attack of the long spear, and a drop of fresh blood sprayed from the spear.
The leader's pupils dilated abruptly, his cheeks filled with shock and disbelief.
He hadn't even been able to make out Ye Jiu's movements, let alone understand how Ye Jiu had disappeared.
Ye Jiu, holding the long spear in one hand, eerily appeared behind the man, then swiftly kicked out, striking the man's back.
"Aow!" The man let out a wretched scream, his body propelled out like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the wall behind him with a thunderous noise.
The entire wall collapsed under that kick, and the man lay severely wounded amidst the rubble.
Ye Jiu's speed did not decrease as he charged straight at the other men.
