Balls, these people can't be relied upon anymore...
"Ahhhh!" At that moment, not far away, a humanoid figure holding a Wu Gou broke free from the cocoon!
"White-haired old man!" Li Fan finally found his target, rushed over to help, and pulled Xie Mingchen out, "How many from Luo Fu have come? When can the six Divine Lords arrive!"
"Cough! Cough cough, no, only I came..."
"Damn it! And here I was actually looking forward to it a bit!"
It won't do, these people have been trapped for too long and can no longer hold on. Li Fan realized as soon as he tugged at Xie Mingchen, who was once a martial arts master standing at the summit, a real Martial God. But now, every bit of marrow and essence in his body had been drawn out until it was spent, his muscles were atrophied, suffering a huge loss of vitality. He was merely standing there by the support of his Wu Gou and a breath of anger, stubbornly holding on by sheer will.
There's no one else they can count on now...
