At the entrance of the underground base, Ning Fan, still with over a dozen iron hooks embedded in his back, leaped down, causing a loud rumble as the entire elevator shaft collapsed, creating a thick cloud of smoke.
Within the smoke, figures bustled, and numerous masters from the Fang Guild stood at the entrance, waiting sternly amidst the spreading smoke.
Suddenly, the crowd parted on both sides as Apollo stepped forward, his face somber as he looked at the entrance to the underground base, a cold light flickering in his eyes.
Ning Fan had run back up, and in Apollo's perception, there was no one in the elevator shaft. The only possibility was that Ning Fan had climbed back up.
At Apollo's command, the killers gathered below immediately moved the rubble and swiftly climbed up.
In the damaged elevator shaft, dense figures climbed up one after another from below.
Just as Apollo and his men were pursuing them, a noisy helicopter propeller sound came from the sky.
Apollo's face changed, and just as he was about to caution his men to be careful, before he could even speak, the gunfire unleashed from two helicopters hovering above the bar shredded the building into pieces.
With formidable firepower like a scythe, even the sturdy building was cut in two like wheat, and the bar, riddled with holes, collapsed in an instant.
In the tremendous noise of firepower, human screams were utterly drowned out. After nearly two minutes of continuous fire coverage, thousands of bullets turned the entire bar into a hornet's nest, leaving behind nothing but ruins.
Ning Fan stood on a nearby rooftop, giving another signal to the helicopters hovering in the sky.
Upon receiving the instruction, helicopters marked with the Phantom Guild's insignia let down countless ropes, and figures descended onto the buildings, the entire street filled with fully armed, black-clad Phantom Warriors.
With a loud crash, the ruins were suddenly flung aside, and numerous figures flickered through the thick smoke, with Apollo's voice emanating from within.
Masters of the Phantom Guild gathered here, standing by Ning Fan's side like the firmest shield. They drew the weapons strapped to their bodies, waiting only for Ning Fan's command to fight.
As the dust settled, Apollo and many masters of the Fang Guild emerged on the ruins, the sky darkening ominously as if foreshadowing something.
Apollo lifted his head, locking eyes with Ning Fan, and after quickly scanning the surroundings, he couldn't help but sneer, "Asura, so you were prepared all along!"
The fact that the Phantom Guild had mobilized and even bypassed the Fang Guild's intelligence network to secretly arrive here was something Apollo had completely missed, underestimating Ning Fan.
Originally, Ning Fan hadn't planned on using the Phantom Guild's forces, but after much persuasion from Ah Jiu, he had deliberately kept an ace up his sleeve before coming here.
The moment he set foot on the African continent, the Phantom Guild had started their covert operations. Using the location transmitted by Ning Fan, they found the headquarters of the Fang Guild and had cleared a hundred miles around it. There were no outsiders left; it had thoroughly become the battlefield for the Phantom Guild and the Fang Guild.
"Hahahaha, Asura, Asura, who will be the last one standing today?" Apollo's aura suddenly intensified, truly befitting the leader of the Fang Guild, a heroic presence scarcely seen in the world.
The members of both the Phantom Guild and the Fang Guild stood solemnly, in no hurry to make a move. Without the king's command, these solders naturally would not act rashly.
Ning Fan watched Apollo coldly—this man must die today!
"That's the look, exactly, that's the Asura!"
Apollo, noticing the murderous intent in Ning Fan's eyes, actually grew excited. He stretched out his hand, pointing at Ning Fan, seemingly calling him down.
"Come on, today will either see the Phantom Guild stripped of its name, or the destruction of my Fang Guild!"
As Apollo's voice fell, two figures clashed fiercely in the air.
After exchanging blows, Ning Fan and Apollo both landed on the ground, and the battle officially began.
In the blink of an eye, the experts of Phantom Guild and Fang Guild were locked in deadly combat.
A head sailed through the sky, indistinguishable whether it belonged to a member of Phantom Guild or Fang Guild. The battlefield had erupted, and Ning Fan was too caught up in his struggle with Apollo to attend to everyone else.
With fists clenched, Apollo alternated left and right punches, his form resembling the setting sun over a river, striking down at Ning Fan from the sky.
With a loud crash, Ning Fan was slammed against a wall, his hands numb from the impact, and the iron hook on his back was driven further in.
"You can't possibly be finished yet, Asura!"
Picking up two nearly broken swords, Apollo tossed one to Ning Fan as he emerged.
Catching the sword midair, Ning Fan charged at Apollo.
Above the ruins, the central battlefield was littered with bodies and broken weapons strewn about, king against king, leader against leader!
"Hahaha, is this really the extent of your strength now?" A crafty light flashed in Apollo's eyes. Though Ning Fan had regained much of his strength, he was still considerably weaker than at his peak.
Initially, his brute force had taken Apollo by surprise, but Ning Fan's Pipa Bone was still locked, and there was a significant gap in strength between him and Apollo.
With a snap, the swords in both their hands broke. Wielding the broken swords, Ning Fan ignored the opponent's taunts and thrust at Apollo's chest.
Unfortunately, the thrust missed, and Apollo countered with a punch that sent Ning Fan flying.
Ning Fan's body traced an arc in midair and finally crashed heavily to the ground.
With a spurt, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, looking even more disheveled.
"Quick, go help him?!"
Seeing Ning Fan so grievously injured, all members of Phantom Guild stopped and turned their attention to him.
Apollo, feeling the close brush with death, looked at the smooth cut on his shirt at his chest and timidly said, "That was close, almost got me!"
Anyone could tell he was being sarcastic. The faces of everyone in Phantom Guild were filled with rage, ready to charge at Apollo with righteous indignation.
The warriors of Fang Guild also refused to be outdone, all of them standing behind Apollo.
Ning Fan took a deep breath, stood up, and locking his gaze on Apollo, said firmly, "Come again!"