The black-clad men skillfully waged guerrilla warfare against the Old Monster. The Old Monster, heavily pressured, struggled to fend off their attacks. It wasn't that he lacked strength, but the sheer number of enemies overwhelmed him. If he recklessly targeted one person, he would inevitably be struck by several others. As such, the Old Monster remained at a disadvantage, gritting his teeth and persevering. He was awaiting Lin Feng's arrival. Once Lin Feng appeared, none of these attackers would be able to escape.
However, events did not unfold as the Old Monster anticipated. Before much time had passed, the black-clad men, despite having the upper hand, suddenly and simultaneously withdrew, leaving the Old Monster standing alone in place. Seeing this unexpected turn of events, the Old Monster froze in confusion, unable to comprehend what was happening.
Just as the Old Monster was puzzling over the situation, a figure emerged before him—it was Lin Feng.
