Glutton looked at the nearly unscathed figure, the fat on his face twitching involuntarily.
This strike had prioritized speed, so its power had not been built up to the maximum. Yet even so, the opponent had completely withstood the Spiritual Impact, and a trace of astonishment appeared in his eyes.
Still, even if it could not heavily wound Chen Chuan in one blow, it could at least hinder him and buy the other two a little breathing room.
Of the three of them now, if any one of them fell, the situation would likely become extremely ugly.
The wounds on Iron Crow's chest and head were rapidly closing. He spread his two Cross Swords and held them at his sides.
Although he had nearly been killed just now, the three of them had indeed shown the potential to restrain their opponent. That meant this was not an unwinnable fight—they could find an opening.
As an agent, he had no desire to engage such a powerful enemy in a head-on fight to the death. But the other party had clearly come for them. If he left, the other two might not be able to withstand even one or two exchanges with Chen Chuan.
Given the speed Chen Chuan had displayed earlier, he might catch up to him before long. Running would therefore be exceedingly foolish. There was no other choice now but to fight to the bitter end.
But they needed to wait for an opportunity. One person had to step forward and draw his attention before the others could attack together. If they did not take the initiative, then once Chen Chuan attacked, they would have no choice at all.
He could realize this, and naturally the other two could as well. At this moment, Glutton launched two more Spiritual