"Damn it!"
Seeing their comrade fall, the seven men flew into a sudden rage, their eyes bloodshot as they all crazily attacked Song Xiaodong.
Song Xiaodong inwardly sighed. If Sun Yiyi hadn't killed that man, it would have only been a dispute over some fruit, but now that they had killed one of their own, it was a fight to the death. Holding back was now meaningless.
Their madness increased the pressure on Song Xiaodong. The opponents were not weak, and although his perception ability was strong, allowing him to determine the best positions and angles to strike, human abilities were limited, as was his speed.
It was like having a tiger chasing you from behind; even if you knew climbing a high wall ahead could lead to escape, you still needed to actually climb it.