Thud!
After executing that startling Thunderclap Slash, Duan Xiaolong's face was pale, his form wavered, and he nearly failed to stay on his feet.
He didn't possess Chen Yu's formidable defense and had several wounds on his body, smeared with bloodstains.
"Run!"
On Chen Yu's call, Duan Xiaolong dashed over.
When he witnessed the gruesome scene left by Chen Yu's "Dark Silver Sword Gang," he was slightly shocked.
The two men exchanged glances and shared a knowing smile.
Duan Xiaolong and Chen Yu had both underestimated each other's strength.
Zoom! Zoom!
Together, they protected Qiu Xinxin, facing no further obstacles, and headed straight for the river at the foot of the mountain.
"These two guys..."
The scarred man and the pockmarked brute, both at the Late Stage of Organ Refining, had astonishment written across their faces.
Defeating enemies beyond one's level, and more than one at that, such warriors were rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns.
And at this moment,
