At this moment, the disciples of the Wild Wolf Gang around them saw this scene with Ding Fan, and they couldn't help but be utterly shocked.
Could it be possible that after such a long time, he's still completely unscathed? How is this possible?
But for Ding Fan, he was already nearing his limit. It was clear to him that he couldn't hold on for much longer; if it weren't for his powerful movement technique, he would have long been dead under his opponent's curved blades.
Sweat beads dripped from Ding Fan's forehead, and his expression turned very grave compared to the black-faced elder who seemed much more relaxed.
Seeing this scene, the black-faced elder couldn't help but smile sinisterly. He could tell that the opponent was already a spent force and evidently wouldn't last much longer. A hint of an evil smile appeared on his face.
"I've played with you long enough; now it's time for you to die!"
