Luke Yates spoke seriously, "Colton, don't worry. I've already sent a signal. Cole and the others will definitely come to rescue us."
"I hope they arrive before we're turned into shreds!"
Tobey Lapras' face was pale; he was breathing heavily, with large beads of sweat constantly sliding down.
His vitality already overdrawn.
Luke swung his twin blades, fiercely attacking to protect Tobey. He reached into his pocket and took out half of a water radish, throwing it to Tobey, saying, "Rest a bit. Tobey. Wat something to fill your stomach."
"I can hold on a bit longer. Aren't you reaching your limit too?" Tobey looked at Luke behind him, whose back was already soaked with cold sweat. The hands holding the blades were faintly trembling, all signs of excessive exertion.
Little did Tobey know, Luke confidently said, "I have golden eggs inside me, I'm fine!"
After saying that, he howled and charged out again.
