"Ah!"
In a flash of pain, Mo Yichen leaped to a higher vantage point. He looked down and sneered, "The King of Heaven certainly has some tricks, but this is our turf! Since you dared to barge in, you can leave your life behind! Men, release the poison!"
At his bellow, over a hundred Mo Sect Martial Artists on both sides of the canyon prepared to release poison. It was indeed a trap. At the rear of the canyon, hundreds more Mo Sect archers waited with poison-tipped arrows, ready to fire the moment Ye Fan's group advanced.
Tian Can was at a loss. "Leader, what do we do?"
"Make way!" Ye Fan roared.
The martial artists immediately parted. Ye Fan charged toward the canyon entrance, making his move when he was still more than two hundred meters away.
"Slaughter Sword Dao!"
