The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with a hint of shock, but it soon turned into ruthlessness as he loudly commanded:
"Strangle the Demon God!"
The crowd quickly changed their formation; the previous four attackers retreated to the back, replaced by a new batch of experts who launched an assault on Yang Jing.
Hiss hiss hiss!
This time, each of them held a dagger in hand, aiming to stab at Yang Jing's vital points all over his body. After one wave of attacks concluded, they rapidly switched out for another wave of assaults.
In the blink of an eye, the Killing Formation seemed to transform into a tide, with successive waves of attack. Yang Jing resisted with all his might, but his opponents gradually inflicted more wounds upon him.
Yang Jing wanted to counterattack, but the aggressive strikes of the Big Formation forced him into a reluctant retreat, trapped in the very heart of the formation.
The middle-aged man burst into maniacal laughter, his demeanor crazed as he exclaimed:
