Liu Haosen knew what was happening the moment he heard the sound.
He cried out inwardly that things were bad, but could only quickly hurl the stones he controlled toward the direction of the hurried footsteps.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The sounds of impact rang out one after another. The hurried footsteps slowed, clearly forced back.
However, the other party did not retreat completely. Instead, they went around the flying stones, trying to approach from another direction.
When all the sand had settled, Liu Haosen looked ahead and saw that Zhang Zhao had already come to a spot not far in front of him.
His heart jolted. He wanted to retreat, but it was already too late, so he could only choose to fight.
When the two exchanged blows, Zhang Zhao proved stronger. With a roar, he swung a punch, beating Liu Haosen back step by step. His body swayed unsteadily, as though he might be crushed at any moment.
In the distance, Qi Yongze was pummeling Mu Qi. His fists fell like raindrops, beating Mu Qi until he spat blood.
At that moment, he glanced at the other battlefield from the corner of his eye and saw that Liu Haosen was at a disadvantage. His offensive immediately slackened.
Mu Qi, who had been beaten until he spat blood, seized the chance to rapidly widen the distance.
He braced both hands on his knees and gasped for breath, his eyes blazing as he stared at Qi Yongze while struggling to steady his ragged breathing.
Seeing that Liu Haosen had fallen behind, Qi Yongze's gaze sharpened, and a fierce urge to provide support surged through his heart.
His thoughts spun rapidly. He decisively abandoned the idea of continuing to attack Mu Qi, suddenly driving off the ground with both feet and charging