Ju Tian'en shook his head; clearly, he was forcing himself, a fact even Wang Zhan could discern.
The next second, Ju Tian'en spat out a mouthful of blood, his aged face ashen, white as paper.
Luo Tianhong, standing to the side, shook her head at the two of them, sneering, "I told you before, even if you two join forces, you might not necessarily be my match. So, I advise you to save your energy. It's better to take him back to recuperate first. After all, if you want to continue fighting me, I won't show any more mercy. The only reason I've been lenient with you is because I once considered us friends. Otherwise, do you think I wouldn't kill you?"
