As expected, the more powerful the opponent, the less effective the little tricks are...
Tan Wenbin glanced over at Run Sheng beside him and saw that Run Sheng was still clutching his chest, face pale, lips blue. He understood that Run Sheng was no longer reliable.
"Come on, kids, let's pull ourselves together and give it one more shot!"
The two resentful babies, barely able to keep from nodding off, lifted their heads with all their might, injecting the remnants of their ghost energy into Tan Wenbin once more.
The Yin Meng who was supporting Tan Wenbin let out a "hiss" and withdrew her hand. The wrist that had touched Tan Wenbin was already frostbitten.
Over by the pillar, Lin Shuyou rubbed his feet against the ground while leaning against the pillar, and finally managed to stand again.
Clutching the Double Mace tightly, he staggered forward two steps, only stabilizing after a moment, and raised the mace in his right hand, pointing it at Yin Meng.
