"Young Master Fane, keep on fighting! We can't hold on any longer. It truly depends on your side now, see if you can create an opening to survive. Even if all of us can't escape alive, you can!"
At this moment, Kenneth turned and shouted at Fane; he was drenched in sweat.
Fane was fighting two elite fighters alone. He just broke through to the peak stage of the true god realm not long ago, while his two opponents who were veterans of the Skies Pavilion were already at the peak of the true god realm. It had not been easy for Fane to hold out that long.
"Fane, don't mind us! If you can create an opening to escape, please do so! Use that flying sword to escape quickly! I'm glad
that you’re my son. Avenge us in the future when you have the opportunity!"
Nash was overwhelmed by the enemy. Before the real battle took off, the other party attacked him only to test out his prowess, and he could barely deal with it. But now, the other party seemed to have known the real deal on their side, so they began to show their true strength by using more terrifying martial skills and techniques!
Fane's face immediately sank to the deepest upon hearing Nash and Kenneth's words. If this went on, it would truly be troublesome. He could hold on longer, but his father and Kenneth obviously could not hold on much longer. If they had succumbed, Fane would have to face six of those fighters all alone.
The only hope was for Fane to kill the two in front of him, then only he could free up his hands and help his father and Kenneth and win the tough battle.
The two opponents also began to join forces and were constantly mobilizing their Chi energy in their bodies, preparing to give Fane a fatal blow.
"Let's end this now!"
Fane tightened his grip around the longsword and injected his Chi energy into the sword continuously. A thick layer of black-colored aura enclosed the sword, making the sword appear domineering yet mysterious.
"Haha, brat, do you think you could beat both of us? What's the matter? Seeing your father and the others dying makes you anxious? So you decided to give us the final blow? Dream on!"
The middle-aged man laughed out loud sarcastically.
"That's right. Let's not talk about killing you, even if we can't kill, your father and the First Elder can’t hold out any longer if we drag on slightly longer. After that, what's waiting for you is only death!”
The old man laughed sinisterly. In his opinion, they had already won for sure, there was no longer any suspense nor plot twist to it.
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