Chapter 683

As if they had been struck by a train, the remaining five fighters were brutally thrown backward and landed in a pile of snow.

Some died, while others were severely injured, and none of them were able to stand up again.

"What? The nine fighters lost?" The Harmon family was devastated to see that the skilled fighters they spent a hefty amount to hire hadn't even been able to touch a hair on the Dark Lord's head.

"Who's up next?" The Dark Lord stood at the same gazebo, and he peered down at those useless fools.

"Even those nine fighters lost to him. There's no way anyone could win against him." The Harmon family exchanged fearful glances, none of them daring to step forward. Was this the end of the Harmon family?

"The two of us will have some fun with you, Dark Lord." Suddenly, a grave voice broke the silence.

Everyone turned to see two shadows emerging from the sky, nimbly making their way toward them. They moved as stealthily as a cat, making it hard for others to spot them.