"Retreat, quick, retreat!"
The remaining twenty or so people had realized that continuing to fight Ye Fan was tantamount to actively rushing to their deaths, and their eyes filled with fear as they retreated.
"Stop! All of you stop for me, who allowed you to back down? Get back in there!" Huang Zicheng's face changed dramatically as he yelled.
"Get out of the way! Move it!"
Seeing that Huang Zicheng still dared to obstruct them, an Ancient Martial Artist from the East Sea showed no mercy and delivered a heavy kick to Huang Zicheng, sending him sprawling in a manner aptly described as "eating dirt."
Realizing that the situation was getting out of hand, Huang Zicheng looked at Chen Longpeng in panic and said, "Uncle, are you charged up yet? Act quickly! If you don't take action now, today we will all die!"
Only a handful of the Ancient Martial Artists from the East Sea had been slain by Ye Fan, and Huang Zicheng was completely panicked. His only hope now lay with Chen Longpeng.