"Tsk, only two minutes and already out of juice. Didn't you want to fight me earlier? Pathetic." Xuefeng called out seeing how Zhen Zhao slowed down his movements.
The energy provided by the berserk state was already in the end game. The pains that were ignored for a short moment were coming back, paralyzing his body with each of his steps, distorting his facial expression into an unsightly grimace.
'Do it now. Immobilize him and draw his Titan Blood from his system with the help of Wuying.' Ming ordered while describing the process.
'Also, be quick. I recalled one trait about the Titans that might be an inconvenience if we don't hurry.' She warned before Xuefeng launched forward.
