"Heh heh, brat, that depends on whether you have what it takes!" Habibullah chuckled. "That Beggar Gang brat probably won't hold out much longer. But don't worry—you won't be far behind. You'll be setting off together then. Deep Brotherhood!"
Meng Jiu said nothing more, and neither did Liaochen. Their auras merely surged even higher. They, too, were throwing caution to the wind.
Although Habibullah's face remained disdainful at the sight of them, inwardly he had no choice but to grow wary.
He did not fear their combined strength, but if carelessness capsized his boat in a gutter, it could cost him his life.
Liaochen and Meng Jiu were anxious, but Habibullah was not someone they could finish off just because they wanted to. Still, they wasted no more time and charged at him again.
If Liaochen and Meng Jiu's situation could still be considered fairly good, Hong Yi's fight against Dalha was somewhat dangerous.
Hong Yi's strength was ultimately a notch below Dalha's, and as time passed, his aura gradually weakened.
His earlier frenzy had rapidly depleted the true qi within him. Dalha, by contrast, had largely been defending himself, consuming somewhat less true qi.
As a result, Hong Yi's situation was far from promising.
Seeing Hong Yi panting slightly, his aura unsteady, Dalha finally felt reassured.
Hong Yi's earlier frenzy had frightened even him, but Hong Yi had only managed to sustain it for that brief stretch. Had he held on a little longer, Dalha would probably have had a hard time himself.
"It seems I cannot leave you alive. Giving you more time would mean leaving the root of disaster for my Esoteric Sect. Brat, blame your ill-fated life and rotten luck. Die!" Dalha sneered.
"You want me dead?" Although Hong Yi's aura was beginning to grow erratic,