The sound of the pine waves was muted by the roaring battle cries. Ye Fan could clearly hear the sharp whistling of blades cutting through the air outside the barrier, mixed with the dull, explosive thud of Elder Chén's iron spheres.
Pressing his palm against the Jiuxiao Huanpei, he watched as the stellar tracks flowing through the jade amulet's patterns accelerated in sync with the rotation of the star map within his Inner World. The scene outside the barrier looked as though it were submerged in a pool of water, the figures of the Poison Wolf Gang members distorted into blurry ink blots.
"There are twelve of them," he suddenly said, his voice dropping to a whisper.
Chapter 57