"No, go cover him, quickly!"
Uncle Mu said in a deep voice, "Rescue them as quickly as possible, then retreat!"
No time to waste, six practitioners of the Ancient Martial Path moved together, forcefully breaking into the enemy ranks.
Flesh was torn apart.
Skulls exploded into fragments.
Severed limbs scattered as blood splattered everywhere.
When Uncle Mu led his group into the battlefield, the Grave Digger Organization instantly fell into disarray.
Most of the Fallen had already sacrificed their blood and spirituality, leaving them with little combat ability to begin with.
Faced with such a sudden assault, they had no ability to resist.
Within the crowd, a shadow moved like a ghost, flitting through the chaos, reaping lives with every step.
At the rear, while maintaining control of the battle, Yan Ye locked his gaze on them.
"Another bunch of Fallen? A mutiny?"
