Will they win?
We're doomed, brother.
Li Xiuxiu stared numbly at Xue Yi, lying motionless on the ground, the determination in her eyes turning into decisiveness.
I'm not going up there—it's humiliating.
The battle just now was so fast that no one had time to react.
Only Xue Yi knew he had lost even faster.
Faster than anyone had imagined.
Drawing the Blood Saber, activating the Blood Technique. Xue Yi gazed at the seemingly petrified woman before him, swinging the crimson blade toward her fair throat.
Then, the sword blade found the smallest gap in the web woven by the wind, and with unspeakable precision and swiftness, pressed against his throat.
