Fang Hao watched those three bastards from the Sun Family, like three starving wolves, surrounding him from three directions and blocking him at the edge of this foul mud pit; his heart felt ice-cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Run? Where could he run? The paths in all directions were sealed off; the Divine Sense of that old dog in the sky was stuck to him like a plaster, and the two younger ones on the ground were eyeing him covetously.
Fight? Fight what? One Late Golden Core Stage, two Early Golden Core Stage; he was currently injured like a tattered sack, his Qi was running on empty, what was he supposed to fight with, his head?
"Damn it, is this where I'm really going to fall today?" Fang Hao's mouth tasted bitter as a sense of despair welled up in his heart.
He still had a trump card; if he released the golden puppet, he might be able to turn the tables, but was that thing something he could just show off casually?
