Coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood, Jiang Xiaobai slowly pushed himself off the ground with his right hand.
Off to the side, Zhuang Huanling, who also fell, was clutching his left shoulder. His mask was nowhere to be found, and his delicate face was as cold as ice.
Mo Yu, who fell, too, was in the same condition as Jiang Xiaobai, but she was stronger and was still able to stand.
Having to force himself up from the ground, Jiang Xiaobai clenched his teeth, swallowing down the taste of sweet blood in his throat.
All four of them were breathing heavily; they simply couldn't fight any longer.
The battle had seemed long, but actually, only one or two minutes passed. They were almost knocked senseless by their opponents.
If they continued like this, they would inevitably be done for.
"I can't go on, my life force is about to run out." Ao Cheng blurted out, spitting blood. He looked as if he were on his deathbed.
