"If you can hold on for 15 minutes, wait for reinforcements, you'll be able to snatch the Ancient Coin."
"If not, it means perishing and losing the treasure to others."
"I already know, so bring it on!"
A trace of bloodthirsty light flashed in Zhao Xing's eyes.
Up to now, he has invested in the cost of thirty-five clones.
The original body had to absorb eight hundred liters of Primordial Soul Liquid from the Primordial Soul Pool to recover quickly!
Zhao Xing and Marquis Changwu are not stupid.
They know this is the final showdown!
Missing this opportunity means neither can take another step forward.
"Brother Ye, it's now! When brave men meet on a narrow path, the courageous wins!"
"Boom~" Ye Yuxong didn't speak, Sword Qi erupted, soaring to the sky, confirming his determination with action.
"Over there!"
Marquis Changwu sensed the Ancient Coin was not moving and simultaneously detected a Sword Intent, instantly locking the position.
Such a close encounter!
