The martial artists present all knew the situation was critical; the body of the Golden Python Winged God in front was already slowly recovering.
They guessed that the Golden Python Winged God had only just begun to heal, and its internal energy had not fully recovered, making it the best time for them to strike.
If they missed this opportunity, they couldn't imagine what strategy the opponent might deploy.
The earlier sword strike had greatly depleted Gao Qixiu's strength, and their own Primordial Power was also down by at least half.
They hurriedly swallowed Elixir Pills to quickly restore their Primordial Power.
Sweat the size of soybeans beaded on their foreheads, and they all wished they could immediately take down the Golden Python Winged God in front of them. They were racing against death.
If they succeeded, they would all survive.
If they failed to keep up, their fate would likely be death.
