The Ultimate Devil's Magnificent CEO

"Just how many of them are there? It feels like we've killed so many, but their numbers haven't gone down at all!"

"I don't know what's happening upstairs. I hope they hurry. If they're any later, I'm afraid the two of us won't be able to hold on!"

At the building's entrance, Fan and Zhang Lei stood on the left and right, continuously clashing with the enemies storming in. The ground at their feet was already carpeted with bodies, forcing the pair to retreat as they fought.

"Don't say such grim things. I believe Mr. Zhou definitely has other plans!" Zhang Lei, who already had three or four wounds—fortunately none of them fatal—retorted to Fan after slitting an enemy's throat.

"You trust him that much? You've only known each other for a few days. Is it just because he helped you kill Chu Peiyu?" Fan shot Zhang Lei a disdainful glance. His skills were greater than Zhang Lei's, so he was in much better shape, without a single scratch on him. However, he could clearly feel his stamina draining rapidly. At this rate, it wouldn't be long before he was covered in wounds too.

"You don't understand. I spoke with Mr. Zhou once, and I felt a sense of a kindred spirit that I've never experienced with anyone else. Besides, I'd heard of Mr. Zhou's great name long ago!" Zhang Lei's voice grew hurried. "No, that's not right. Back then, I didn't know his name. I only knew he had a title, a title so internationally feared that people like you wouldn't dare to provoke him lightly—the Nether King!"

"So, in your eyes, even dying here would be worth it, like a man dying for one who truly understands him?" Fan hadn't expected Zhang Lei to say that, but he still took a step forward to share some of the pressure, giving Zhang Lei a brief moment to catch his breath.

"Yes! A man will die for one who understands him!" Zhang Lei roared, also taking a step forward. He clearly had no intention of letting Fan shoulder his burden.

"Keep your life. Live it well. Don't die for anyone. It's not worth it!"

Just then, a voice came from above them. It was Zhou Fan, descending so drenched in blood he was almost unrecognizable, leading Chu Qianqian, whose beautiful eyes glinted with murderous intent, her clothes also stained with blood.

"Are you injured?" Fan asked uncertainly as he watched Zhou Fan walk down. After all, Zhou Fan was so covered in blood it was impossible to tell if it belonged to his enemies or himself.

"They're not worthy of injuring me!" Zhou Fan let out an arrogant laugh and swung his sword at the building entrance, instantly cutting down five or six men.

"You two, stay close to me. Flank Qianqian to protect her, and follow me. We're fighting our way out!"

The moment the words left his mouth, Zhou Fan charged out.

"If you don't want to die, then hurry up!" Chu Qianqian seemed like a different person. Her voice, cold and devoid of all emotion, snapped the stunned Fan and Zhang Lei back to their senses.

The two men hurried to follow, a single question rising in both their minds: 'Don't these two get tired?'

This was something Zhou Fan had noticed himself. After killing Chu Yifeng on the fifth floor and fighting his way down, he realized his stamina seemed to be far, far greater than before. From start to finish, he hadn't felt tired at all.

He knew that even with the help of the incredibly sharp Li Hen Sword, he shouldn't be so powerful as to kill several men with a single swing.

He then asked Chu Qianqian, and she told him it was because she had transferred blood from her wrist to him through his forehead.

The blood of an Ancient Martial Clan was exceptionally special. She didn't know how many Martial Arts Families there were in the world, but there were absolutely no more than five that could be called Ancient Martial Clans. And she was the sole heir to one of these Ancient Martial Families, so the potency of her blood was naturally high.

Although Chu Qianqian didn't know why, the descendants of the Ancient Martial Families all had extraordinarily good stamina, as if they were born different from ordinary people.

Now, with Chu Qianqian's blood in his body, combined with the Li Hen Sword acknowledging him as its master, his power had increased by more than just a small margin.

Under Zhou Fan's lead, the group finally fought their way out of the building. However, they had only made it less than a meter from the entrance. Taking even one more step forward was an immense struggle.

"Weren't you curious about how many trump cards I have? Today, I'll show you one!" Just as Fan and Zhang Lei were nearing despair, exhausted by the dense swarm of enemies, Zhou Fan's voice rang out.

Fan knew Zhou Fan was speaking to him. But before he could react, he saw Zhou Fan place two fingers to his lips and whistle a very strange tune.

Instantly, several figures shot out from all directions. Like tigers pouncing on a flock of sheep, they cut down a swath of enemies in a heartbeat.

Even within the enemy crowd, chaos suddenly erupted. Several figures who had been hiding among them began to slaughter their way out from the center, their speed and vicious methods jaw-droppingly brutal.

"You... When did you arrange this? You knew all along there would be an ambush?" Fan stammered, his voice trembling as he stared at the unbelievable scene before him. He was completely stunned.