But in her heart, amidst despair, a sliver of hope rose. If there was still a gap between these two people, she might have a slim chance of escaping.
At that moment, the three of them faced off in front of a room in a large courtyard with seven entrances, like three statues. The large, stout man sat with his legs wide apart on a bench, breathing heavily and muddily, eyes occasionally casting a fierce glance at Xi Ming.
Chi Pengfei, whose arm had been crippled, stood thirty steps away, holding a crossbow, wary of the beast that might retaliate at any moment.
With Chi Pengfei's cover, Xi Ming cautiously pulled out a strand of hair, wrapped it around her finger, steadied her breathing, calmed her mind, and attempted to use the Dongfang Clan's secret technique again.
