"Duanmu, how much longer can you hold on?"
While keeping his guard up against Long Yeyue, Shenwei's gaze flashed like lightning as he quickly glanced at the pale-faced Duanmu Yan beside him.
A Quasi-God-level attack was powerful, but its drain on the caster was also enormous. Just now, after the Soul Spirit Huo Tian unleashed the Seven-Colored Lotus Flower, Duanmu Yan's body and mind had both been placed under tremendous strain, leaving his face deathly pale.
Duanmu Yan drew in a deep breath and steadied his hurried breathing, then said with a trace of fatigue in his voice, "In a normal fight, I can hold on for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. If I have to unleash another Quasi-God-level attack, then I only have enough strength for one strike at most."
"But just now, it was only because we caught her off guard that we managed to injure that old hag. Now she's probably prepared. Hitting her again will be a little difficult."
Shenwei nodded, then grinned. "One strike is enough. I'll hold this old hag down. You just have Huo Tian use that move again."
"All right." Duanmu Yan did not hesitate in the slightest and answered in a low voice.
At this moment, the two of them were already standing at the edge of the cliff. There was no retreat in this battle; they could only fight with their backs to the wall. Duanmu Yan silently circulated his Soul Power, trying to recover as much strength as possible in this brief interval and prepare for the fatal strike to come.
Shenwei, meanwhile, loosened his limbs. The Thunder Element around him began to stir, ready to meet Long Yeyue's storm-like assault and buy Duanmu Yan that precious chance to strike.
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