Both of them were unable to fight any longer, and after another round of attacks ended, Run Sheng fell to the ground.
Lin Shuyou inserted his Double Mace into the ground, perhaps taught by the child, trying to maintain a tragic posture of falling yet still upright.
But after all strength was drained, it's too difficult to pose again. As Lin Shuyou fell unconscious, the Double Mace on the ground couldn't hold him up, causing him to flip over, like a quilt hung up to dry.
Zhao Yi appeared unchanged on the outside, but his whole being felt as if scorched by fire. With a heavy thud, he knelt down, quickly forcing himself to stand up again.
If he didn't stand, then there would be no one left standing on their side.
Opening his mouth, he spat out a folded purple talisman paper from the tip of his tongue, Zhao Yi's eyes gleamed with madness.
"Fengdu, meet your death."
"Underworld, face your punishment."
"Your sins are unforgivable."
