"Huff! Huff!"
He Ping had never imagined that one day, his own breathing would sound so deafening.
A slick liquid slid down from his forehead and into his eye sockets. Yet instead of the stinging pain of sweat, it brought a thick, bloody red.
Despite the discomfort, He Ping did not make any move to wipe it away—or rather, he did not dare make any movement at all.
"Aah! A nightmare! This is definitely a nightmare!
Run! Right, if I escape from here, I'll definitely wake up!"
Suddenly, a Jiao Chi Youth beside He Ping shouted as though he were on the verge of collapse.
After speaking, spiritual light flashed around his body, and he turned to flee.
Just as he did, a streak of silver light flashed, and a giant figure forty or fifty zhang tall instantly appeared before him.
As a strong wind rose, a golden sleeve wrapped around an enormous fist and smashed straight at him!
With a faint clap of thunder, all of the Jiao Chi Youth's protective means shattered at once.
With a bang, his entire body transformed into a cloud of blood foam!
Blood water splattered everywhere, making He Ping look even more bedraggled.
On the other side, the Blue-horned Big Man beside Wei Xiu could no longer withstand the pressure. Roaring, he charged at a Golden-Clad Youth standing with his hands behind his back.
"Even if I die, I'll tear a chunk of flesh off you! Ugh!"
As he flew forward, the aura radiating from the Blue-horned Big Man abruptly became violent. Clearly, he intended to use self-detonation to break through the current deadlock.
Unfortunately, he had only fled several dozen zhang when a Black Mist Ghost Hand appeared out of thin air and seized him in its palm.
The Golden-Clad Youth in