The stalemate on the battlefield had persisted for far too long, with both sides already weary and exhausted.
The only one who remained composed was Lei Wang, since he only needed to hold back and never engaged in a hard fight.
In contrast, Su Xiaoxiao's decline was showing; maintaining such a high-intensity offensive took too much spiritual power, even he couldn't hold on much longer.
"Didn't you come down this time to fight me again? What's with all the hiding?"
Su Xiaoxiao felt somewhat helpless; at this rate, who knew if they would even determine life and death by the end of time.
Lei Wang glanced at the battle situation, indeed, both sides were locked in a stalemate.
Even Xin Zui and the trio were still locked in a deadlock with those small fry.
As for Wang Xingzhi, the leader of the small fry, he was complaining incessantly. While the big shots fought their deadly battles, the group had to maintain their position, exhausting them the most.
