The middle-aged man was already seriously injured, and even if he hadn't been, he was just a lower Divine Realm Practitioner, greatly inferior in strength to them, providing little help to their fight.
Now it was two against one, and their situation was very dire.
"Not good!" Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man's face turned deathly pale.
He also hadn't expected that the New Divine Race's warriors would arrive so quickly, and that upon their arrival, there would be two mid-level Divine Realm warriors. If he had known earlier, he would have had the youth in black armor carry him away already—why would he still be dallying here?
Now it was over. Two against one—if the youth in black armor could escape, he definitely couldn't.
"Do you have a spatial artifact..." the middle-aged man asked in a hoarse voice.
