"Clang!" Seeing that everyone hadn't reacted yet, Liu Hun didn't care about much else. He moved swiftly, his dagger appearing in his palm, and then staggered as he blocked one person beside him.
This person was the one who had just retrieved a weapon from the coffin, and unbeknownst to all, these people had already surrounded them; and this person's target was Old Bai.
Hearing the crisp sound of weapons clashing, Old Bai couldn't help but shiver slightly, following his line of sight to the side, only to see Liu Hun's dagger and the opponent's weapon only centimeters away from his position.
If Liu Hun had been even a little later, he might have already been killed under the opponent's weapon.
"Thanks." Seeing this scene, a bit of cold sweat appeared on Old Bai's forehead, and he couldn't help but express his gratitude to Liu Hun.
