Long Yan let out a long sigh of relief, his body softened and nearly collapsed onto the ground, but he wasn't certain whether those two black-clothed men had truly left yet, so Long Yan could only remain fully prepared.
After a good while, Long Yan finally exhaled deeply and sat down on the ground, looking somewhat exhausted. He clutched his hand, grimacing from the pain.
Is Xiong Lie's body made of steel or something? After a series of continuous attacks, Long Yan couldn't be sure whether Xiong Lie had sustained any injuries, but as far as Long Yan was concerned, his own hand hurt like hell.
This can't go on. Those black-clothed men were just small fry, and yet it was this difficult to deal with them. It seems that during this time when I can't use True Qi, I can't simply sit here waiting for death.
