At this moment, neither of them were in good shape.
For Xu Fu, losing an arm was a minor issue.
The biggest problem now was—the excessive consumption had led to his inability to suppress his body's original consciousness, and his hand kept trying to touch the mask as if on its own accord.
As for Lu Yao, he was nearly at his wits' end.
Today, he had taken the "war of attrition" strategy to its extreme. Now he was down to only the Pipa and the Blade of Freedom.
Especially that last laser barrage, which looked impressive but had actually drained all of his remaining willpower.
Although in poor condition, neither of them let it show on their faces, each wearing an elegant and composed smile as they said:
"Otherworld visitor, I've developed a great interest in your world and would very much like to visit it myself."
"Back to sweet-talking, I see. It seems you've run out of tricks."
As the two exchanged verbal jabs, their respective backup teams cautiously approached.
