At that moment, Fatty Zhang seemed possessed by a god of war. The Space-Shattering Hammers in his hands swept through broad, powerful arcs, leaving Zhao Mei and the others scrambling to fend him off.
Ying Ming Hao and the others kept harassing them from the sidelines, although Ming Hao and his companions' attacks could not inflict much damage on them.
But if they turned a blind eye to those attacks and let them keep coming, they would inevitably suffer serious injuries in the end.
Lin Zihan's arrows from the distance were an especially terrible headache.
Those arrows were like phantoms, impossible to pin down. They could neither strike them nor dodge them, yet they could not completely ignore her attacks.
It felt as though an invisible hand had seized their throats, leaving them with all their strength and nowhere to use it.
Time ticked away. Under the seamless, coordinated attacks of Ming Hao and the others, the opposing side's two already badly wounded disciples suffered further.
The lingering exhaustion from the fierce battle before only piled snow atop the frost of their plight.
They naturally became the main targets of everyone's attacks, making their situation increasingly desperate.
Zhao Mei, Long Ji, and Luo Kai saw it all. Anxiety burned in their hearts, but for the moment, they could think of no good way to counter it.
After all, they were also greatly depleted and seriously wounded, and their overall momentum kept weakening.
Yet that loathsome fatty seemed completely unaffected. Instead, he fought with ever greater courage, his momentum soaring like a rainbow.
The contrast shocked Zhao Mei, Li Ji, and Luo Kai, and a sense of helplessness welled up within them.
In the blink of an eye, the two disciples' openings were laid bare. For Fatty Zhang, this