C78 A Bitter Battle.!

Such a bizarre attack.

In that instant, Zhao Dong's heart clenched.

Two blood-soaked figures wielding crimson long blades charged at Zhao Dong.

Desperate, Zhao Dong let loose two wooden spears from his back.

"Puff! Puff!"

Both figures were impaled.

But to no avail—the blood blades cut into Zhao Dong's flesh.

Ultimately, he was hurled away by their immense force