The expert's weight sank straight down.
The Great Marsh roared, blood mist rose from the gaping wound, dispersing into a mass of crimson jellyfish-like shapes.
Damn it!
Balster fled, his greatest fear was not others, but the three Northern Court Grandmasters who came along!
Three versus three, one Great Grandmaster against two Grandmasters, the realms were roughly equivalent, giving no clear advantage. Once Liang Qu recovered and joined, wouldn't the situation tilt completely out of balance?
The three others lacked life-preserving techniques bestowed by a Martial Saint master.
The Eight Beasts, Lord Xingyi, Zhang Longxiang... such top-level Zenith experts could never be compared by mere numbers!
This is bad.
He's watching me!
Distracted and keeping vigilant against ambushes, the Northern Court Grandmaster acutely detected Liang Qu's gaze, his hairs stood on end, goosebumps erupting in three layers.
Long Binglin's eyes shone brightly, launching a fierce assault.
