"Elder Zhou, fall back for a moment!" Qian Ying's gaze sharpened as he looked at Zhou Zixing beside him and spoke in a grave tone.
He had noticed the gap in the Flame Wall. If it was not repaired quickly, the Black Shadow might very well take the chance to rush in through it. When that happened, even though the two of them were Xiantian Masters, they would inevitably be forced onto the back foot.
So he planned to retreat into the Flame Passage first, restore the broken section of the Flame Wall, then continue dismantling the building and collecting timber.
When Zhou Zixing heard Qian Ying's words, he immediately nodded. He quickly pulled away from the Black Shadow he had been fighting, flashed backward, and retreated into the Flame Passage.
When the Black Shadow saw Zhou Zixing retreating so quickly, it had originally wanted to pursue him, but then it realized the man had entered the area of the Flame Wall. The Black Shadow instantly stopped its pursuit. After roaring several times outside the flames and hearing the crackling of the fire, it immediately turned and vanished into the darkness.
By now, Qian Ying and Zhou Zixing had grown completely used to all the different roars of the Black Shadows. When their ambushes failed, when they could not win, and even when they attacked, they might roar at them. It was practically becoming a regular performance.
The two stood shoulder to shoulder in the passage, waving the Xiantian Short Swords in their hands. One by one, they lifted the burning pieces of wood that had been scattered by the collapsed sections and piled them back at the gap, wanting to restore the Flame Wall as quickly as possible.
But just then, several Black Shadows suddenly rushed out from the