The underground base was shrouded in smoke, with corpses strewn everywhere, and blood flowing like rivers. The battle had quieted, and the Phantom Guild had occupied the stronghold of the Fang Guild; Ning Fan had also rescued Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning.
But there wasn't a trace of a smile on Ning Fan's face at the moment, and his mood, heavy and somber, affected the people around him.
Although they had now taken down the underground base, the most crucial person had still not been found. Ning Fan was solely focused on avenging the brothers who had died and wanted to tear Apollo into pieces.
Yet, Apollo, like a rat, was truly adept at hiding. Up until now, they had still not located the guy's whereabouts.
"Keep searching everywhere, we must find this guy. We can't let our brothers have died in vain!"
Ning Fan's eyes were bloodshot as he spoke, and if looks could kill, his gaze alone could tear a person to shreds.
"Yes!"