In just a short time, they had lost three teammates.
Max and Ken wore grim faces.
Lucia couldn't stop crying.
Tan Xiao looked here and there, still confused as a monk scratching his head.
After finishing one cigarette, Max lit another and spoke, "We should split up, otherwise we will all be wiped out. Even if we don't get the sword, at least we should save our lives."
Ken was stunned and instinctively looked at Max.
He thought Max's suggestion was strange. Surely, the safest strategy would be to keep everyone together?
But as he was about to voice his objection, he saw Max give him a meaningful glance.
Ken looked at Max, full of confusion.
Max turned his head and looked at Tan Xiao not far away, "Hey, now there are only three of us left on this side. Do you want to join? We could team up in pairs to see who gets the King's sword first."
Tan Xiao scratched his head, "Okay, but... who would I team up with?"
