Hearing the figure's words, the other two glanced at each other then nodded.
"Okay, let me end his life," said one of them.
While on the other hand, Fu Xie Lan was no longer able to endure the pain in her body. Something like trying to merge with her and at the same time it felt like something was trying to escape from her body.
Both of those things brought a very, very painful pain, not only that, the opposite feelings she felt made her helpless.
One of the black-robed men then lowered his feet from Fu Xie Lan's shoulder then slightly crouched right next to Fu Xie Lan, then a black smoke slowly formed in his palm, its shape resembled a ball of blazing fire.
When he wanted to land his hand on Fu Xie Lan's body, his brow furrowed and his movements stopped.