The three Tier Three Martial Saints still managed to barely support themselves with their formidable Physique and Will.
Their bodies were as taut as bowstrings, sweat pouring like rain, teeth clenched tightly.
Zhang Shisi and the other four Tier Two Martial Artists were already collapsed on the ground, bodies twitching intermittently, white foam seeping from their mouths and noses.
Their gazes were scattered.
Just a step away from complete breakdown.
The countdown to death slipped by silently in the suffocating silence.
At the top of the steps.
Fang Qingyu continued to lean on the Dragon Sparrow Calamity Slash, waiting quietly.
Finally, as the suffocating silence was about to reach its peak.
The far end of the street, the roar of an engine low and urgent could be heard.
They're here!
A faint light suddenly appeared in Zhang Shisi's scattered gaze.
Like a drowning man spotting a floating straw.
