"Huff, huff, huff!"
The entire battlefield was filled with nothing but heavy, ragged breathing. Fang Qi had suffered grave injuries. Now that Ye Xiwen had finally appeared, he barely managed to stop and begin treating his wounds. His injuries could no longer be delayed. As the two Xiantian Alliance members had expected, if this continued, his only fate would be to be dragged to death on the spot.
To die from grievous injuries—there was no other outcome.
The tall, thin God Envoy had escaped disaster, but his eyes were still full of disbelief. Just barely—just barely—he too would have died miserably. At this moment, his gaze was filled with terror.
"Come out! Who's there?" the tall, thin God Envoy shouted. Terrifying sound waves churned the space like rolling tides, rising and falling endlessly. Then, a figure clad in Moon White Robes stepped out of the void, wearing the same mask as Fang Qi and staring coldly at the tall, thin God Envoy.
"Damn it, there was an ambush! I was careless!" the tall, thin God Envoy said through gritted teeth. Before this, there had not been the slightest sign that Fang Qi might have companions, so they had gradually lowered their guard. If he had companions, they should have come out long ago.
During the pursuit, Fang Qi had escaped several times by sheer luck. If he had had companions, they should have come out to help long ago. Who would have thought they had been waiting here? If they did not strike, then so be it—but once they struck, they directly killed his companion and heavily injured him as well.
Suddenly, he noticed that the newly appeared expert opposite him was also breathing heavily without pause. A possibility abruptly came to mind. Could this person have exhausted his strength