C19 A Difficult Battle

"Boss, help me!"

The fear of death lingered in the heart of the other Martial Disciple. On his pale and colorless face, there was a drop of scarlet blood that slowly slid down along his face, leaving a striking bloody scar.

The tragic death of his companion by his side had already scared him to the point that his entire body went limp. He could not muster up any strength to escape. Helplessness