"Let's finish this in one go," Yuan Xuelan's words were cocky but his voice was sharp and frosty.
Liu Sumeng shivered at such a tone but he couldn't tell if it was from anxiety or excitement. He nodded.
Xuelan's spiritual energy was already depleted and Liu Sumeng's left arm was as good as useless now. They didn't have much of a choice. But why was it that the way adrenaline hummed was always so addictive? So pleasing? Liu Sumeng had utmost trust that they would make it out of this. That daylight would greet them on the morrow. Not a single smidgen of doubt could be found in his heart.
Yuan Xuelan pulled out the last resentment-infused talisman he had. But instead of releasing it, he held it in his hand and drew in more power that streamed out of Cao Hong's stump.
