At the entrance of the underground base, Ning Fan, still with over a dozen iron hooks embedded in his back, leaped down, causing a loud rumble as the entire elevator shaft collapsed, creating a thick cloud of smoke.
Within the smoke, figures bustled, and numerous masters from the Fang Guild stood at the entrance, waiting sternly amidst the spreading smoke.
Suddenly, the crowd parted on both sides as Apollo stepped forward, his face somber as he looked at the entrance to the underground base, a cold light flickering in his eyes.
"Chase after him!"
Ning Fan had run back up, and in Apollo's perception, there was no one in the elevator shaft. The only possibility was that Ning Fan had climbed back up.
At Apollo's command, the killers gathered below immediately moved the rubble and swiftly climbed up.
In the damaged elevator shaft, dense figures climbed up one after another from below.
Ratatatata—