At the foot of the hillside, nearly a hundred armed members were charging towards the summit at high speed, their formation scattered and hard to define. Luo Zheng was shocked to discover that his retreat was blocked. Combined with enemies swarming from two other directions, he was surrounded. A bitter feeling filled his heart, and a fierce determination surged within him. Since there was no way to retreat, he had only one option left—fight to the death.
At this moment, Luo Zheng was like a wounded lone wolf, gasping for air, his chest heaving from lack of oxygen. His cold eyes radiated a bloody murderous intent as he indifferently watched the approaching enemies. Enemies from three directions seemed to have reached some tacit agreement, spreading out across the mid-slope and quickly forming a circular encirclement with no way out. They were determined not to cease until their objective was achieved.
