Xing Tian was struck by both Lin Xiang and Zhu Rong, feeling a sweet taste in his throat, and was immediately shaken far away. He spat out two mouthfuls of blood, his face pale. Yet, he still showed no intention to surrender, holding tightly to his weapon.
His eyes were bloodshot; it was clear that Xing Tian had been driven to madness.
"Why do this when you can't defeat us?"
Fire God Zhu Rong sighed softly.
Water God Lin Xiang said nothing but kept his brow furrowed.
It seemed he was also somewhat irritated by Xing Tian's stubbornness.
Zhu Rong and Lin Xiang exchanged a look, clearly planning to deliver the final blow to Xing Tian and force him to yield.
Just when Xing Tian thought he was about to fall, a crimson silhouette suddenly appeared again. The newcomer helped him fend off the combined attack from Lin Xiang and Zhu Rong, then retreated with him.
Xing Tian turned to look at the person beside him, surprised, "Ye Guao."
