From this moment on, he found it increasingly difficult to cope, narrowly escaping the incoming weapons, almost losing his life several times.
Seeing Li Zheng still standing there motionless, Feng Yue couldn't hold on anymore. Spinning his double rings, he blocked several weapons, then leapt and fled far away: "Pathfinder, I've done my utmost for you, you're on your own now. If you can make it back alive to the gathering area, remember to find me and retrieve the Twisted Magic Crystal..."
"Hehe." The hooded man laughed twice: "Outer City folks are indeed sentimental, but at the crucial moment, they still abandon their companions to run away on their own, don't they?"
Li Zheng tilted his head: "Knowing full well you're not a match, why stay here and waste your life?"
"Yes, knowing you're no match, why didn't you run just now?" asked the leader with a smile.
Li Zheng replied candidly: "Because I know I definitely can't outrun you all, so I didn't try."
