Chapter 811

A cold and mirthless smile twisted on Fane’s mouth. He flipped his palm and dozens of silver needles appeared on his palm. He swung his arm toward the enemy; a horde of men immediately dropped onto the floor, the needles piercing straight through their skulls. More than a dozen men died instantly, and there were a number of elite fighters among them. “It’s not looking good. Retreat!” Elder Castellano immediately felt that something was wrong. A swing movement from Fane killed two extremely strong fighters from the Kingston Hall in a blink of an eye. Such terrifying combat prowess was not something they could fight back. In just a few seconds, more than a hundred of their men were murdered and the number of fallen bodies was still rapidly decreasing. They have brought five hundred men for God’s sake! “Swoosh!” A stomp of Fane’s leg sent him to the front of a gate, blocking the route. Lana and Queenie, on the other hand, blocked another two exits. They were blocking every possi