To the two female cultivators, one in white and one in blue, with the scar-faced cultivator at the peak of foundation establishment gone, one final desperate struggle might not necessarily end in death!
But if they spent their magical power fleeing, once it ran dry and the two cultivators of the same stage caught up, death would be their only path.
Thus, during the confrontation just now, both had quietly taken pills to replenish their magical power, and fresh reserves had begun accumulating in their dantians.
Meager though those reserves were, they could sustain a fight to the death.
Yet the white-robed woman did not attack immediately. Instead, she said, "Must you really slaughter us to the last? Our Yun Family has never offended your Green Crocodile Gang, has it? Our territories border each other, and we've always lived in peace. Could there be some misunderstanding? If so, we can clear it up or negotiate. Why cross blades and let things reach this point?"
"Even if you insist on attacking, if we fight to the death, you might not walk away unscathed. Your gang assigned the mission, but your lives belong to you. Why put yourselves through this? Did you not see how horribly your fellow Daoist died just now?"
On the surface, the white-robed woman pleaded earnestly and sought peace with tactful words. In truth, she was relying on the lingering might of her Talisman Treasure to buy time while recovering with all her strength.
The Azure-Robed Female Cultivator maintained a threatening air, her aura surging and her slender brows drawn sharply upward, as though ready to perish together with her enemies.
At those words, the two pursuing foundation establishment late stage cultivators showed no change in expression, their imposing auras undiminished. Yet they instinctively exchanged a glance whose