They looked at each other awkwardly. After a long while, a voice was heard.
"Why aren't you charging? it's really injured."
I think so too. You go first, I'll catch up with you.
"Hehe, Yingluo."
It was still the same saying, a cornered beast would still fight. It was unknown if they could kill Lu Chen now, but one or two of them would definitely die. The fallen evil gods had no friendship with each other and were even more selfish. It was impossible for them to cooperate with each other and sacrifice themselves for others.
One monk had water to drink, two monks carried water to drink, and three monks had no water to drink. This was the true portrayal of the gathering of evil gods.
Moreover, Lu Chen's injuries were only superficial. The death of four-faced God was still fresh in their minds.
