Su Xuan knew this was likely the aftereffect of Dark Strength being overexerted; the assassin's head felt like it was being stabbed by steel needles, causing a throbbing pain.
"Am I alive or dead!"
Su Xuan gently shook his head; he wasn't sure if he was alive or dead. After all, Quicksand typically put people in desperate situations, yet somehow he survived. However, he indeed felt like he wasn't dead.
"Xuan, Xuan!"
Only then did Su Xuan remember that Xuan had also been swept away with him. This space around them seemed relatively large. When he reached out his hand to explore for a while, he soon touched someone, followed by the sound of coughing. Recognizing the voice, Su Xuan figured it was Xuan's voice.
"Xuan, how are you!"
Su Xuan quickly asked.
"Cough, cough... Brother Su, are we already dead!"
