"Wushuang, how are you?"
Long Yan supported Zhan Wushuang and asked with concern.
The sword light had the power to kill any Martial King, and although its power was weakened by Bai Ling and Long Yan, it was still very strong. Though Zhan Wushuang blocked it with the Seal God's Door, he must have suffered greatly.
"I'm hurt a little but not dying."
Zhan Wushuang wiped the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, put away the Seal God's Door, and swallowed two more elixirs.
Long Yan and Zhan Wushuang each got half of the resources from the Ancient Sword Gate and the Ten Thousand Phenomena Sect, and Zhan Wushuang had quite a few king-grade pills.
"Thanks to you this time!"
If Zhan Wushuang hadn't acted, Fat Cat would have been in serious danger and would have found it difficult not to die.
At this moment, Fat Cat sat down with a puff, gasping for breath and constantly wiping the cold sweat from his forehead: "Damn, that scared the hell out of me!"
