As gods, they had the pride of gods.
Whether it was Hong Chen or the other two Divine Envoys, none of them had time to mourn. All three felt Divine Power surging wildly from Bei Li's body. He was clearly preparing for a Desperate Gamble.
Not wanting to waste Bei Li's goodwill, the three fought as they retreated, beginning to chant the skills they used to flee.
Little Ao Shu had anticipated Bei Li's plan, so before he could unleash his skill, she charged straight at him.
Little Ao Shu was not worried that Bei Li could truly hurt her. She only feared that, through one careless moment, she might let this despicable villain escape. Staying closer to Bei Li would minimize that possibility.
The moment he saw Ao Shu rushing toward him, Bei Li's heart tightened. He feared that his escape plan had been seen through and would be stopped.
Knowing he had only one chance, Bei Li shamelessly opened his mouth again.
"Brothers, hold her back for me! I'm almost done!"
The instant he shouted, three figures appeared before Little Ao Shu.
In this situation, one could not exactly call Hong Chen and the other two fools.
Who could have expected that, at such a critical moment, Bei Li would choose to betray his friends for glory?
For a "brother" so righteous that he would sacrifice his life to save his teammates, who would not be moved? Who would refuse his request?
"Where did this wild little girl come from? As long as I'm here, don't even think about laying a hand on my brother!"
Hong Chen took the lead. He drew his arm back as far as it could go, clenched his fist until it turned purple, and brought it crashing down toward Little Ao Shu's head.