Zhao Han thought, Even I almost can’t f*cking hold on anymore! Like hell I’ll save you bastards!

However, he suddenly thought of something. With a wave of his hand in their direction, the two grandmasters were swept by an invisible force and could no longer maintain their center of gravity. They both fell toward the giant ghost face in midair.

“Zhao Han, you’ll definitely die a miserable death!” Both of them forgot their usual fear and cursed angrily.

However, they were experienced grandmasters and weren’t willing to die just like that. Perhaps because of Zhao Han’s attack, their connections with their bodies had stabilized a bit. Helpless to do anything else, they could only direct their most powerful skills at the giant ghost face. They knew that was precisely Zhao Han’s plan, but there was nothing they could do. After all, they couldn't just let themselves get eaten, right?

The Immortal Sword and Xuan Bajing’s eight swords bombarded the giant ghost face together. The two grandmasters’ attacks were even stronger than usual, but this was an attack with their lives on...