To put it simply, Sikong Zhairiyue is a thief, Ashina Sabi is a fortune teller.
Neither of them is particularly skilled!
But the twenty opponents are first-rate experts, adept at both offense and defense, working in perfect harmony.
The two people attacking Sikong Zhairiyue offered a 360-degree assault, not giving them any respite.
"Ssshh..."
After a round of attacks, both of them were left with wounds of varying severity.
"Ssshh..."
Another round of indiscriminate attacks left several more wounds on their bodies.
"Damn it, these guys are so strong. Old Sha, we can't break through!"
Sikong Zhairiyue clearly saw the situation and knew that the chance of escaping was very slim.
Although his escape skills were top-notch, the opponent seemed to already know his patterns, giving him no chance to break through.
"Yeah!"
Ashina Sabi nodded heavily.
"Old Sha, quickly, tell us what our fate will be!"
Sikong Zhairiyue said involuntarily.
