Swoosh swoosh swoosh!
The knife blade flickered, cold gleams swirling!
The Swiss Army knives in these mercenaries' hands almost sealed off all of Ye Feng's escape routes. Their coordination was seamless, crazily stabbing at Ye Feng's vital points!
"Madman! Die!!!"
Du Lang's knife was evidently quicker than the others. His hideous face bore a thick sneer, and the sharpness of his blade was like lightning, directly striking at Ye Feng's neck!
Seeing this scene, Ye Feng's expression did not show the slightest panic; instead, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Just as Du Lang's knife stabbed down, Ye Feng suddenly made his move!
His hand shot out like lightning, grabbing Du Lang's wrist at the last moment, and then forcefully twisted and stabbed!
Du Lang immediately felt a surge of strength coming his way, his hand uncontrollably falling towards his own shoulder!
Splurt!
The knife plunged into his shoulder, a spray of blood flowered out!
