The layers of people pressed down on Yang Fan, as if they saw a delicious Blood Meal of dried corpses. Their eyes flickered with mad light, surging forward eagerly, leaving no gaps as they pressed onto Yang Fan.
Before this moment, they were merchants, office workers, deliverymen, repairmen, girls standing in the alleys.
But at this moment, they all forgot their identities, as if they had transformed into walking corpses.
Countless sharp nails and teeth clawed and bit at Yang Fan's body. The piercing pain made him feel as if the next moment he would tread on the road to the Netherworld. He clenched his teeth hard, holding on, but the countless grabs and bites kept breaking his incense stick.
He simply couldn't light it up!
After trying four or five times, the fierceness in Yang Fan's heart completely exploded.
"Fuck you all!" Yang Fan threw the incense heavily to the ground, roared, and his entire body erupted with Inner Qi.
Bang!
Countless figures were blasted off his body.
