"Gong Yu, go to hell!"
Wang Meng, his heart full of vengeance, thrust his longsword towards Gong Yu's back.
Gong Yu, trampled under Wang Meng's feet, was utterly powerless to fight back. He knew his death was certain this time and felt satisfied he could take down three others with him before dying.
Gong Yu felt a piercing killing aura on his back and closed his eyes.
Boom!
Suddenly, a loud explosion of force tore through the void in front of Wang Meng as a pair of huge tiger claws swiped at him.
Wang Meng had just stabbed into Gong Yu's back when he felt his body jolt, and then he was sent flying.
Three young men hurried over.
One of them turned Gong Yu over and asked,
"Brother, are you Gong Yu?"
Gong Yu was extremely weak at this point. He opened his eyes and nodded.
He saw a smile on the man's face.
"Boss, it's Gong Yu. Luckily we arrived in time, there might still be hope for him."
The one speaking was Zhou Yu.
