"What are you standing there for? Come and help!"
The black-clad First Grade warrior grew more fearful as the battle progressed and shouted angrily, "If we don't join forces to kill this woman, none of us will be leaving here today."
At this point, he finally stopped referring to himself as "this seat."
His companion, the Second Grade man, suddenly awakened from his daze and drew his sword, but he dared not approach, merely slashing a Sword Gang from a distance.
Such an attack could only serve to harass the opponent.
Nearby, Yu Haitang saw the Second Grade man make his move, her eyes flickered slightly, but she had no intention of stopping him.
The black-clad Second Grade man, seeing that his slash was ineffective, turned back angrily and scolded, "Deng Ziyang, stop standing there stupidly and go support Second Senior Brother!"
Just as he turned his head, a figure suddenly appeared before him.
