"Protect...Prefect Fu...Kill...!"

Having regained his senses, Yang Feng, with blood at the corner of his mouth, roared and then swung his long sword forward to continue his attack.

At this moment, Yang Feng was still brave, but his body was extremely heavy, and his movements and reactions were much slower.

Just as Yang Feng had killed an enemy in front of him, a long sword suddenly pierced into Yang Feng's abdomen.

"Ahhh, prepare to die...!"

Yang Feng cried out in pain, his face contorted with rage, and swung his sword to strike. With a "thud!" sound, another long sword pierced Yang Feng's left chest.

"General... this humble general is unable to report back to you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Feng suddenly loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword, and the sword that had been with him for many years slipped from his hand.

"Brother Yang...!"

The three remaining guards behind him watched Yang Feng slowly fall to the ground and couldn't help but roar out.

Just then, the spies from the Investigation Division finally stormed in, joined the remaining three guards, and protected the still unconscious Fu Xie in the middle.

At this moment, most of the hundreds of assassins who had besieged Yang Feng and his men had fallen, while the assassins who were entangled with the Qiang people on the other side were also in dire straits.

Although they knew the situation was hopeless, the leader of the suicide squad did not back down and led the remaining men to continue charging forward.

After a fierce battle, the intelligence agents of the Investigation Division also suffered heavy losses. The group protected Fu Xie and fought their way back.

"kill!!!"

As they exited the street corner, a deafening roar of battle cries erupted.

As everyone looked over, they saw five hundred soldiers from various prefectures and kingdoms, clad in armor and wielding long spears, charging toward them.