Ah Da's side had a great number of people, all surging towards Chuzheng.
Ye Shuliang's men also rushed in, the scene had turned into a chaotic stew.
Fu Yu was still in a daze, asking himself, 'Who am I, where am I, what am I doing'.
Suddenly, with so many people starting to fight, he began to instinctively fight back.
The glow from the magic and the flames burning atop the Pit of Ten Thousand complemented each other, dazzlingly colorful.
"Chuzheng, you're seeking death!"
Chuzheng: "..."
I'm not seeking death.
I never learned that trick.
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"Bang!"
Chuzheng kicked Ye Shuliang away, and the Ye Family's members supported him, preventing him from falling into the burning Pit of Ten Thousand.
The air was filled with an unpleasant smell, the scent of burning corpses mixed with the stench of decay.
If the flames were not covering the view at this moment, one could see the rotting corpses inside the Pit of Ten Thousand.
"Ahh——"
Bang!
