Xiao Han felt he could hardly move anymore, his arms seemed numb, he didn't know if it was because they were numb or because he had lost too much blood and couldn't move them.
"Kill him now!" Ye Shisan roared, "He's about to fall."
Nightingale's minions, motivated by money, launched an even fiercer attack.
Xiao Han was on the verge of collapsing. Although he didn't want to give up, his body really couldn't take much more.
Bang...
Suddenly, a loud bang erupted as the dungeon door was forced open. Next, Zhang Feng led a group of people rushing in, shouting, "Xiao Han, old man is here to save you!"
"Zhang Feng!" Upon hearing this, Xiao Han's eyes lit up and he excitedly said, "Good brother, thank you."
In such dire straits, in such a tough moment, suddenly seeing a glimmer of hope, Xiao Han immediately felt a surge of power in his lower abdomen. His left hand suddenly grasped a man charging at him, and his right hand's knife viciously swiped at the man's neck.