Guan Cun gripped his Kunai tightly and stood in front of Lujiu. He knew his legs had been trembling uncontrollably. It looked humiliating, but he couldn't control them.
Lujiu stared blankly at Guan Cun's rapidly trembling legs and sighed silently. Then he gave a helpless smile, somewhat moved. However, they were in the middle of a grave crisis, and he had no time to sigh over anything. He could only rack his brain at full capacity, thinking of a way to escape their predicament.
Yet no matter how clever someone was, it was ultimately useless when faced with overwhelming power.
Seeing how the opponent had broken free of Shadow Imitation without the slightest effort, he couldn't help feeling despair. He couldn't even create an opportunity for his teammates to escape.
He looked at Guan Cun in front of him and bit his lip so hard that thin traces of blood appeared.
"Oh? You're not running?" Shicun looked at Guan Cun in surprise. He hadn't expected the cowardly, death-fearing loser to stop running—and to remain there to protect someone else.
Guan Cun opened and closed his mouth, completely unaware of how to respond. He could only slowly shut it again and remain silent, though his body was trembling faster and faster.
Ye Zi watched silently from the shadows as the four of them fell into a desperate situation. He had no intention of stepping out. Instead, he began adjusting his position for the perfect ambush. Guan Cun's decision to stay and resist was undoubtedly good news for him.
"Although I'm grateful that you're willing to stay, you should still run. Don't make a pointless sacrifice. Choza and the others and I aren't as fast as you, and we're injured too. We can't get away." Lujiu took a deep breath and spoke