The leader of the five-man group walked awkwardly toward Feng Fan. With every step, his knees buckled slightly, drawing Feng Fan's attention. It didn't take a genius to guess why: his groin must still be screaming in pain.
Despite being the strongest among them, his injury was the most painful, which made him the last to close the distance.
By the time he was halfway to Feng Fan, the other two had already reached striking range. Their swords sliced diagonally through the air, aiming straight at Feng Fan's back.
Without turning fully, Feng Fan tossed the Suppression Relic behind him. As his spiritual qi surged into it, the relic expanded instantly, forming a barrier between him and the attackers.
