Swati looked a little surprised. "You're stalling too, waiting for your skills to finish cooling down?"
Then she laughed. "My level is higher than yours. If our skills finish cooling down at the same time, are you confident you can beat me?"
Qin Siyang shook his head. "One person's strength has its limits."
"Are you talking about waiting for that old man to recover?" Swati glanced at Old Johnny beside them and sneered. "He's already at death's door."
Qin Siyang asked in return, "Have you noticed that he hasn't spoken in a long time?"
Swati hurriedly looked toward Old Johnny.
Over there, Old Johnny was still gritting his teeth, gripping the Blood Thread connecting their bodies as though it took tremendous effort.
His body was still trembling, his eyes fixed on Swati.
Swati was puzzled, unsure what Qin Siyang was trying to say.
Suddenly, her eyes widened.
No! Old Johnny was badly wounded. He shouldn't have been able to hold out this long without any violent movements!
That was a fake image!
Swati immediately swept her black robe, sending a bone spike flying from beneath it straight at Old Johnny's forehead.
But the bone spike passed straight through Old Johnny's head and kept flying.
Bang-
Just then, a faint ripple suddenly passed through their surroundings.
Old Johnny's figure vanished. The Blood Thread extended farther, reaching a spot over a hundred meters away. Only then did Old Johnny reappear in view.
Three other figures stood with him.
Swati paled in shock. "Where did all these people suddenly come from?!"
Quan Taibin, Zhao Fengjun, and Hu Chan.
Qin Siyang realized that Hu Chan must have been the one taking the [Succession Trial] just now.
Qin Siyang quickly looked Hu Chan over again, confirming that he was uninjured and in good shape.
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