In addition to you being seriously injured, did I come out just to die?!
"Don't panic, brother!" Zhao Muye grinned, the battle intent in his eyes growing stronger, "My cousin has already escaped and will be here soon! By then, it'll be three against one, we'll definitely take this kid down!"
As he spoke, his muscles squirmed, and the deep wounds visible to the bone began to heal at an observable rate.
Zhou Qing sighed helplessly but had to admit—this brute may be single-minded, but his body refining recovery ability is truly monstrous.
In just a few words, the opponent's aura had already stabilized quite a bit.
"Hmph!" Yama suddenly sneered, a hint of mockery glinting in his scarlet pupils.
He clearly sensed the two's mental fluctuations, and the runes on the black blade in his hand suddenly lit up, like countless blood-red eyes opening at once.
"Over the years, few have dared to ruin my plans just as I'm about to succeed."
