"We finally made it through." Huang Xiao lay on the ground, gasping for breath. A deep wound had been slashed across his chest, almost exposing the ribs beneath.
Demon Phoenix lay beside him, its feathers disheveled, with some patches plucked bare. It looked just as bedraggled.
"I never expected to run into three at once. That was dangerous," Demon Phoenix said, also panting, still shaken.
Beside the two of them lay three corpses. They had fought with all their strength to kill the three men here.
"We were careless. We strayed too far from the formation eye this time. There wasn't even time to get back." Huang Xiao struggled to sit up.
Under the restorative effects of imperishable true qi, the wound on his chest had already stabilized.
After sitting up, Huang Xiao braced himself with the saber in his hand before he could sit steadily.
"It's been twenty-seven days. The month is almost up, and we've killed twenty-eight people," Demon Phoenix said. "If that old demon told the truth, we haven't even killed a third of our hundred opponents. We haven't encountered the rest yet, but if we do, that means facing over seventy people in the next three days. We're dead for sure."
Huang Xiao fell silent. By Demon Phoenix's reckoning, they were certainly doomed.
Against over seventy Enlightenment Realm experts at once, even an Entering Dao Realm expert would probably have no choice but to flee. Otherwise, death was certain.
Let alone the two of them.
"Judging by what we've learned so far, there don't seem to be that many." Only after a long while did Huang Xiao speak. "We've learned from those people that they were divided into three batches. The first batch came out five days after we arrived here, the second after fifteen days,