Their skin instantly turned a bright red, and mists of blood kept emerging from their bodies.
A tremendous agony tore at their sanity, and ultimately, their sanity was defeated by the pain.
Like beings deprived of reason, hundreds of Martial Artists, much like demons emerging from hell, stared fixedly at Hua Xin with bloodshot eyes.
"Roar!"
They could no longer produce human sounds and could only let out bestial roars from their throats.
In the next second, hundreds of figures charged towards Ning Fan, propelled by towering blood qi.
Ning Fan's complexion wasn't looking good either. He was already injured, and after running his power for a long time, his injury had already worsened.
He could feel the changes in these people; each one's aura was much, much stronger than before.
"Must fight a quick battle…"
Ning Fan muttered to himself, his gaze turning exceptionally icy.