"Ahhhh!"
Dian Frey, who had jumped down from the helicopter, screamed in agony as his leg was broken, and he writhed on the ground in excruciating pain.
The agents of the Yun Ci Guild couldn't stop Ning Fan, and with those vicious prisoners on their side, they were already beginning to retreat steadily.
Ning Fan's body was covered in blood, and with every swing of his sword, a head was sure to fall. He was like a blood-soaked War God, cutting down the Yun Ci Guild agents one by one.
Fear spread throughout the Death Prison Forbidden Land as Ning Fan slowly approached Dian Frey.
As the Yun Ci Guild members were killed off one by one, the sounds of battle gradually died out, and Ning Fan released a bunch of beasts that had long suppressed their ferocity. The stimulation of blood finally satisfied them.
"Take me to the headquarters of the Yun Ci Guild." Ning Fan picked up Dian Frey from the ground, and at the same time, a group of prisoners also gathered around at this moment.
