Xia Wu suddenly pushed out the person they had captured, then leaned close to Han Jing and whispered, "It's a death warrior, be careful."
Han Jing nodded, clenching her fingers. After years without action, she was indeed a little eager. After breaking through to the White Flame Level, she seemed to have never fought anyone.
In front of outsiders, Han Jing rarely exposed her superpower unless absolutely necessary.
This time, there were about thirty black-clad people, all with power above the Purple Flame Level, with ten or so being around the White Flame Level, slightly stronger than Han Jing, and about the same strength as Xia Wu.
Under such circumstances, the two fighting these more than thirty people was a bit disadvantageous.
Whether they could break through was still unclear.
But right now, even if they wanted to escape, it probably wouldn't be so easy.
