Seeing Lian Youming in imminent danger, the other three understood what was at stake.
Without someone to withstand and parry the attacks head-on, they would have no chance of winning. They might even all lose their lives.
Without a moment's hesitation, the three vanished into the rain, darting and leaping as they attacked the God of Tai Sui from three different directions.
Meanwhile, Lian Youming followed the God of Tai Sui as he charged wildly through the mountain forest, smashing through trees and rocks alike, bulldozing everything in his path as though he were not made of flesh and blood.
Although Lian Youming entangled him with Taiji Hua Jin, he was inevitably the weaker party. The God of Tai Sui still dictated the fight, and under that ferocious onslaught, blood streamed from the corners of Lian Youming's mouth.
The God of Tai Sui seemed tireless. His physique was like solid rock, his red hair flew wildly, and his face looked vicious as he kept charging and crashing into him like a cat toying with a mouse.
"Let's see how much longer you can hold out!"
The gap in their strength was simply too great. Lian Youming held his breath to unleash his strength, exercising extreme caution even when drawing another breath, yet this man could still speak.
In the time it took to utter that sentence, Gong Wuer and the other two attacked again.
Xue Hen fought like a madman, pouncing and striking repeatedly with Monkey Form. He clawed at ears, gouged at eyes, thrust at throats, and dug at hearts, every move targeting a vital spot.
Situ Wudi struck with heavy punches, attacking only death acupoints.
Gong Wuer circled outside, waiting for an opening.
But Lian Youming knew their chances of winning were slim if this continued.
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