The father and son froze in midair as if struck by lightning.
Their faces went deathly pale, their eyes nearly bulging from their sockets.
Xiao Zhan and Fang Zaowu aboard the flying boat did not even glance their way, yet their expressions changed drastically all the same. The momentum they had only just regained vanished like smoke, leaving them trembling stiffly in the air.
Why had they run into these two experts again?
And the fucking pair of them had appeared together—what rotten luck!
The father and son were too terrified to move, their heads buzzing.
But they had made such a flashy entrance that they were bound to attract attention. Even amid the fighting all around them, several gazes rose from the ground.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten people had noticed them.
If this continued, in just a few breaths, those two experts would notice them.
Xiong Zhong's face shifted between green and red with fright, and even his voice transmission trembled.
"Father! What do we do?"
"If this goes on, those two experts will recognize us sooner or later. We already had a grudge with them before, and now we've practically run straight into their faces. We're finished!!!"
Cold sweat seeped from Xiong Fen's temples, and his face was taut with anxiety!
"Don't panic, don't panic! Let me think!"
His trembling eyes swept over the surroundings. The land below was a flat expanse; aside from the Demonic Beasts battling the Lan Star natives, there was not even an extra clod of earth. There was nowhere to hide.
Facing two great experts at once—fighting would be seeking death.
They had considered running, but they still had to be able to outrun them!
They were trapped between advancing and retreating!
What were they supposed to do...