Land of Fallen Gods.
On a desolate land, three figures were running swiftly, and behind them, seven figures were in pursuit.
"What should we do?"
Xie Yixiao asked as he raced forward, his silhouette tinged with urgency and despair.
As a Glory All-Star, he no longer had the same confident demeanor he possessed in the past. He appeared extremely disheveled, his long hair in disarray, clothes stained with blood, and an injury on his waist.
"We can't fight them, we can only run. The other side has seven people, and most likely, there will be a King leading them. If it's a Martial King, it's slightly better."
Zhao Zhou said with an unpleasant expression.
They had entered the Land of Fallen Gods three days ago and had been hunted for three days as well.
During the pursuit, the team was forced to split apart.
With fewer people, the target naturally wasn't as large, but if they ran into an enemy squad, they could only flee.
