These people had only seen Yu Fei profiting while others fought, so they were resentful.
Now, he was going to make it clear to them that he was no mere opportunist.
"Don't get cocky, kid. You're about to die!"
The words had barely faded when a dozen or so people charged him in a coordinated assault. They were clearly a team, their movements tight and their attacks coming in layered, well-defined waves.
Dozens more had already crossed the line he had drawn, treating it like a joke.
Yu Fei had instantly killed one man with a lightning-fast move before getting tied up in a fight with a spear user. This gave everyone the false impression that his trump card could only take out a single person, which was why they dared to press the attack.
The [Crimsonflow Light] lay quietly on the ground, forgotten by all.
A dense barrage of attacks swarmed forward, and Yu Fei's figure shattered into motes of light and dissipated.
