After wiping the fresh blood from his body, Qian Cangyi glanced out the window.
They were now on the third floor, and their defensive area kept getting smaller. Moreover, they had to be careful of sneak attacks that could happen at any time.
As time went on, the dwarves advanced faster and faster, with fewer and fewer losses.
After all, the five of them had too few items to use. After the three-blade axe was exhausted, the remaining defensive measures could only slightly delay the advancement time of the dwarf army.
Now, the only advantage the actors had was that the dwarves didn't know how long they could hold on.
"Are you okay?" Jing Huashui glanced at Lan Xing's wound on his foot. She had already treated this wound, but because they had been hunted down continuously, the healing effect wasn't good.
