Jiang Xiuwu was preparing for a battle, but suddenly he was pulled by Zhou Yu. He was first startled, then immediately shouted in anger:
"Zhou Yu, let go of me."
Zhou Yu said in a deep voice:
"Do you know the level of the masters surrounding us?"
"Staying here is absolutely meaningless."
Jiang Xiuwu became anxious, and even directly drew his sword against Zhou Yu.
"Zhou Yu, I can't leave my master here alone."
"You take my sister and go."
Zhou Yu shook his head and said:
"You must come with me, it's the will of the Asura elder."
"He will desperately hold these people back."
"Are you going to waste the opportunity that the Asura elder created with his life?"
"Desperately?"
Jiang Xiuwu was stunned.
"Isn't my master temporarily fine?"
"Why would he fight desperately?"
Zhou Yu said coldly:
"The injuries of the Asura elder are actually extremely severe; he's already at the end of his rope."
"He, himself, is very clear about it."
"So, don't waste time here anymore."
