As the leader of the Black Mountain Bandits, Gao Jin leapt down from the cliff.
A wave of shouts and battle cries suddenly surrounded them.
The situation immediately became perilous.
In the midst of everything, Zhou Ping'an stole a glance and saw two figures descending the cliff to his right using ropes at an alarming speed.
Shouts of battle were also faintly coming from the direction where the Lin Family's Guardian House Servants stood on the left.
"I can't take it head-on."
Feeling the strong wind coming at his face from above, Zhou Ping'an knew that he couldn't withstand this hammer attack.
In front of the hammer, the air burst with a roar, forming a circular white ripple that shook the area within several paces.
The immense pressure reached his mind first.
Then, the thick air pressure, almost tangible, clung tightly to Zhou Ping'an's clothes and skin, immobilizing him.
"Excellent hammer technique."
Zhou Ping'an praised inwardly but had anticipated this.