"Shua!" A jet-black straight blade came with a shadow, fiercely stabbing towards Li Huowang's chest.
Li Huowang turned his head abruptly and glared, the stabbing straight blade stopped just a few inches in front of his brow, then, with a sudden opening of his eyes, the straight blade along with its owner was forcibly twisted into a pretzel with an unpleasant creaking sound.
Although Li Huowang quickly resolved this enemy, the situation did not improve much. They had many people, and their strength was formidable, not ordinary opponents.
Moreover, they snatched his weapon as soon as they attacked, clearly coming prepared!
A farmhand saw the meat pretzel on the ground and immediately put two little fingers into his mouth and blew a sharp whistle.
