"Brother Jun, what do we do next?"
"Leave it to fate."
Inside the cliff, Chang Jun and Er Dao hid in a bedraggled state. Deeper inside lay a dying young man clutching his slashed abdomen, beads of cold sweat breaking out over his deathly pale face from the agony of his torn wound.
The sight pained Er Dao. He turned to Chang Jun. "Haozi won't last much longer. We have to think of something."
Chang Jun's face was grim as he thought quickly.
Until their boss came to save them, they could only rely on themselves.
But the biggest problem was that the enemy had a Viscera Refining Stage expert!
They had only escaped earlier because Chang Jun had thought quickly and caught the enemy off guard. Otherwise, they would have already been wiped out.
But now... there seemed to be no way out.
"Brother Jun, put me out of my misery," the young man called Haozi said in pain, sweat pouring down his forehead.
The enemy had coated their blades with poison. His wound had already blackened, oozing nauseating pus.
Without an antidote, it was only a matter of time before he died.
Besides, given their current situation, not only would he fail to escape, he would also drag Chang Jun and Er Dao down with him.
"This isn't the time for brotherly loyalty. If you escape, you can still avenge me. But if you stay here and die with me, I'll curse you two idiots even in the underworld!" Haozi swore haltingly.
Chang Jun frowned and was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed. He raised an index finger, signaling everyone to stay silent.
Faint rustling came from the distant woods.
Someone was coming!
Inside the concealed cave, Haozi bit down hard on his lip, not daring