Su Qingmo stared at the sword tip before her brow, and a dazed, worlds-away disbelief rose in her heart. Was she really going to die like this?
They were both at the Twelfth-Order Initial Stage, yet in the end, she could not even withstand two strikes from Chen Fei. Zhu Daiyun and Zai Quyu were clearly not far away. In just a little while, they could have surrounded and killed Chen Fei. How was she about to die here now?
Su Qingmo's eyes left the sword tip and looked into the distance. She reached out her right hand, her lips trembling slightly, wanting to call to Zhu Daiyun and the others for help.
Just that little bit more. Zhu Daiyun and the others were almost here!
More than two hundred thousand miles away, Zhu Daiyun saw the scene on this side, and his eyes narrowed of their own accord. His strength was greater than Su Qingmo's, but not to the point of absolute suppression.
If the two sides truly fought with their lives on the line, even if Zhu Daiyun could win in the end, it would at least be after a hundred moves. If he wanted a perfect victory without a single scratch, that would be something after three hundred moves.
For Zhu Daiyun to defeat Su Qingmo, it had to be like this. As for Zai Quyu, whose strength was almost the same as Su Qingmo's, if he wanted to determine victory or defeat, it would at least be after a thousand moves.
If one side wanted to leave, the other person simply could not stop them. When strength was between brothers, it was basically impossible to truly decide life and death, unless they were in a place with absolutely no road of escape.
But now, Su Qingmo