The two brothers stood opposite him, dejected and motionless.
It seemed they had accepted their fate.
"Hey," O Jia communicated telepathically, "lend me a bit of strength."
"You—are you kidding? Weren't you just fighting yourself quite fiercely? How come you have no attack power now?" Shen Ye asked in surprise.
"My warhammer is a true treasure of destruction, and your sword is probably not an ordinary item either—so many hammer strikes and sword slashes, all directed at me," O Jia said.
He didn't continue speaking.
But Shen Ye understood.
Indeed.
Those hammer blows and sword slashes were no joke.
He himself was also on the brink of death.
If it weren't for Charlotte's blessing, allowing himself to timely perform the 'Heaven Connecting Technique' and continually revive his soul—
He would have been finished long ago.
"Alright, you and I will join forces for one strike, strive to break the threat they bring," Shen Ye said.
"That's the way it should be," O Jia said.
