Meanwhile, the faces of Yu Xiaogang, Flender, and Liu Erlong were as pale as paper, entirely drained of color. Their bodies swayed unsteadily, as if they would collapse to the ground at any second. Beads of sweat as large as peas rolled down their foreheads, streaking across their haggard cheeks, each droplet feeling like the fading of their life force. Their lips turned purple, their breathing rapid and chaotic, as they labored to disband their martial spirit fusion.
Yu Xiaogang's legs trembled incessantly, barely able to support his weight. He panted heavily, thinking to himself, "This move is already our limit..."
Flender's eyes were half-closed, filled with despair and bitterness. A muffled sound escaped his throat: "Could it be... that this is how it ends..."
Chapter 124