"How is the situation?"
"Not optimistic, Old Seven and Big Head are severely injured and are healing now."
"What about the pills?"
"Almost used up."
"Those bastards! How dare they play dirty!"
On the outskirts of Linchuan, near Forget River Mountain, two men dressed in black were whispering in a corner.
It was evident that both men were stained with a lot of blood, some of it from their enemies, and some, their own.
The two were battle-hardened warriors, and equally, powerful martial artists.
But at this moment, their condition was extremely poor.
"In our current state, besides holding this position and waiting for support, there's no other way. I have already used the radio to inform the nearby brothers. But we don't know how long it'll take them to arrive," said the older of the two men.
"If all else fails, we'll fight them!" The face of the young man in black looked somewhat ferocious.
