Swoosh!
Only three disciples from the Seven Great Tribes were left. Lin Feng stepped forward and charged towards them.
"Junior Brothers, let's fight him with all we've got!"
One burly disciple from the Seven Great Tribes, with eyes shining brightly, bellowed at the top of his lungs.
This person's strength was indeed considerable; despite being injured, he had not fallen yet.
"Let's do this!"
"Kill!"
The other two disciples from the Seven Great Tribes gritted their teeth, their faces showing a crazed determination as they advanced rather than retreated, charging towards Lin Feng.
Swoosh!
However, the burly disciple didn't plan to make a move at all.
Taking advantage of the other two intercepting Lin Feng, he quickly turned around, executing his movement technique to the extreme and rushed towards the direction of the Iron Forest Country army.
Hmm?
Lin Feng's eyebrows raised; he hadn't expected this person to be so treacherous.
