"Oh no!"
The expressions of almost everyone watching the battle changed. They could not see the situation of the wound from their angle, but from the surging blood, they knew that it was definitely not light!
Among the group, only Wang Xiao and Gao Lixuan had faint smiles on their faces, as if they could already foresee what was about to happen.
Wang Xiao hugged his shoulders and asked curiously, "With this sword, it should be enough, right?"
Everyone looked suspicious and did not know what he was talking about. However, Gao Lixuan seemed to understand what he meant. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head. "After all, the other party is a platinum soldier. I'm afraid this strike is not enough."
The surrounding people were confused. Yi Han could not help but ask, "Idol, Brother Xuan, what are you talking about?"
Wang Xiao thought for a moment and said, "We're wondering when the [Undead Swordsman] will die."
