"Damn it!" Zhang Feng hurriedly picked up the iron stick to block.
Crack...
The clash of their weapons immediately sparked a shower of sparks. Sparks flew, blood splattered three feet high.
Zhang Feng was the first to react, realizing that the blood wasn't his own or that of his opponent. It was from a man beside them, Zhang Dagou, whose iron stick had smashed into the skull of an opponent's underling. The man's head was instantly bloodied, splattering blood onto Zhang Feng's body.
"Nice one!" Seeing this, Zhang Feng exclaimed, "You've cracked his head open!"
"Hehe..." Zhang Dagou let out a chuckle and said, "That blockhead dared to oppose me!"
Zhang Feng and Zhang Dagou were already struggling to keep up, and Liu Bin was even worse off. Although he wielded a machete, his small stature put him at a disadvantage, and on top of that the opponent was indeed formidable and extremely fierce. Therefore, Liu Bin appeared to be in a particularly bad spot and noticeably panicked.