"Can you handle it?" Zhang Po asked, his face noticeably pale after unleashing an all-out strike, suppressing the feeling of exhaustion as he spoke to Xiao Yifei.
"Yes, I believe I've figured out a way to deal with them, but I need to verify my idea first, and I'll need you to cover me for a moment." Without hesitation, Xiao Yifei rushed toward one of the "Golden Armor Corpses."
The most crucial thing between comrades is unconditional trust, and this trust was vividly demonstrated between the two at this moment. As Xiao Yifei finished speaking, Zhang Po followed with his sword, right on his heels.
