Ning Fan's decisive strike finally ignited the fury of this group of Dongying Onmyoji. Enraged over the deaths of their comrades, they charged forward, attempting to use their so-called Yin Yang Techniques against him.
"A bunch of small fry—so you're all here to waste my time, huh?"
Ning Fan glanced at the crazed Dongying practitioners with a look of disdain.
"Since you're so eager to die, I'll personally grant your wish!"
They had brought this upon themselves. Ning Fan's eyes sharpened, and a terrifying killing intent emanated from his gaze. His entire presence transformed as if he had been possessed by the God of Slaughter.
The air seemed to grow thick and heavy. Wielding his longsword, Ning Fan gave his opponents no chance whatsoever. Like an avatar of death, he made this group of clamorous Dongying fools experience the definition of Hell on Earth.
"Yin Yang Techniques, is it? And your sacred incantations? Let's see if you truly have what it takes to take me down!"
