Compared to Jiang Hao, Chu Yi wasn't doing much better.
His entire body was covered in bloodstains, on his face, clothes, forehead, even his hair, which became messy and sticky with blood, clinging to his face.
At first glance, one might think this guy had just emerged from hell as a vengeful ghost.
Dog Survivors didn't dare to even blink, fearing that the slightest movement might cause his master to vanish before his eyes.
Neither of them seemed to have the strength to stand anymore, each step they took was unstable and shaky.
Having over-exerted themselves just now, using all their secret techniques and Mysterious Arts, they now looked as if they had been hollowed out, left with nothing but two barely breathing bodies.
But even so, the two of them had not stopped fighting.
Gasping for air, they traded punches and kicks, which could no longer pose a threat to each other's lives.
Little Fatty nearly laughed out loud.
