Boom...
Feng Luo's body crashed heavily onto the ground, in much worse condition than before, replaced by a feeling of exhaustion, his internal organs burning with pain.
He had to admit now that it was indeed impossible to defeat Sistine, and it seemed like fleeing was the only option. With Air Travel, he was quite confident in his speed.
"We'll fight another day."
Another day? Sistine seemed to hear a great joke, "Do you really think you can leave?"
"Heh, who knows?"
As the two spoke, a sudden bolt of lightning flashed in their minds! It was a human aura, and both couldn't help but look in that direction...
Shortly after, Zhang Xiaobo and Bai Zhexian reached the battlefield.
Seeing Feng Luo in such a sorry state, the two felt a deep sense of guilt; the plan was too hasty, if not for the urgent call, it wouldn't have turned out so badly.
The chubby one hurriedly ran over to check the situation, "How's your injury, are you okay?"
