If they won, with Senior Brother Zhang Jing's character, he naturally wouldn't abandon them, but if they lost, then they really could only wait for death.
However... even though their realms were low, they could still discern that Senior Brother Zhang Jing's situation was far from optimistic at the moment.
The four exchanged glances, each seeing a trace of despair on the others' faces.
Afterward.
You Yuanming seemed to have seen some unbelievable sight, his pupils shrinking, betraying threads of horror.
What was that?
The other three also hurriedly looked in the same direction.
In the far distance, a figure in a yellow robe, ghostlike, was making its way toward them, seemingly moving at a leisurely pace. Yet with every step it took, it covered tens to hundreds of miles.
The key thing was that this figure looked all too familiar no matter how they looked at it.