Huff...Huff...
The two relaxed a bit, quickly bowing their heads and gasping for air.
But their intense curiosity made them unable to resist looking up again, towards the front, wanting to see who it was that saved them, who had blocked that pressure for them.
Lifting their heads, they finally saw clearly.
Three figures, all dressed in Daoist robes, stood with their backs to them, each calmly walking towards the three figures of the Black Disaster from different directions.
"We might not be able to overcome the last one...." one of the figures in a golden mask drew a long sword from his waist and spoke out.
"No worries, I am here," replied the figure in a purple Daoist robe mask, his voice soft, walking behind.
"You handle the other two; I will deal with the last one."
Ku Chan's voice sounded gently; he stopped walking, and the Chi Xiao Sword slowly drew out, slanting towards the ground.
