Chapter 412 Ning Fan's Weakness_1

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At that moment, in a corner of the plaza was Xu Yourong.

Within one meter of Xu Yourong, there was not a single drop of blood.

One meter away stood Ning Fan, his body drenched in blood.

Beyond one meter, the ground was littered with corpses, severed limbs, and countless white bones—the blood pooled across the ground!

In front and behind Ning Fan, a stark contrast was formed, both terrifying and bizarre!

Ning Fan alone battled three hundred martial artists and, after slaughtering the majority, only a few dozen remained!

"No, no... I don't want to die!"

Finally, among the few dozen left, someone collapsed, letting out a cry with sobs, tossing aside their weapon, and turning to flee.

"I don't want to die either! Spare me, please!"

"We... we're no match for him, run for it!"

"This kid is not human! He's a demon!"

The remainder of the group, terrified out of their wits, began to turn tail and run, wailing like banshees.