When Ma Hongjun saw Dai Mubai in such a dejected state, he secretly reveled in it from the side.
He thought to himself:
What goes around comes around. When you went looking for twins before, you never invited me.
And now even your own woman has run off.
However, they were still teammates on the surface, so no matter how delighted Ma Hongjun was by Dai Mubai's misfortune, he would not show it outright.
Tang San looked over the current situation on the battlefield.
Lu Jiang's side appeared to have suffered no losses at all. In fact, there seemed to be even more people than before.
If every one of them possessed strength like that man who used a blade, that would be utterly terrifying.
On their side, Sword Douluo had been severely wounded and presumably could no longer continue fighting.
Aside from Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo was the only top-tier combatant they had left.
Even if Ning Fengzhi and the two from their academy were included, it was only one Titled Douluo accompanied by two Soul Sages.
Their chances of defeating the other side were very slim.
And besides—
At this thought, Tang San looked at Bone Douluo standing in the distance.
Gu Rong still wore that expression with his eyes narrowed.
It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.
But judging from the beads of sweat seeping from his forehead, he likely was not confident he could defeat Lu Jiang and the women beside him either.
My Xiao Wu... is there truly no way to save her?
Overcome with grief, Tang San angrily thrust a hand into the ground, grabbed a handful of dirt, and viciously flung it away.
No. This may be my last chance.
If I can't get Xiao Wu back this time...
*With Lu