"..." Bing Xu suddenly felt as if a Plane World was pressing down on him, or as if he was plunged into the deepest depths of a hundred-thousand-meter deep ocean, the terrifying pressure making it difficult for him to even stand steadily.
Bing Xu's strength was not weak; among the younger generation of the Bingzhen Clan, he was known for his formidable strength.
However, Bing Xu was certain that if he were to fight the Lin Zhen Death Warriors alone, two or three would be manageable, but if ten were to attack together, just as they had encircled Su Chen before, he wouldn't last even three moves and would undoubtedly perish.
In comparison to Su Chen's calmness, composure, and ease while facing the ten Lin Zhen Death Warriors, Bing Xu's face grew increasingly pale.
He suddenly had an extremely strong premonition that the Young Master might have encountered a real tough opponent, and that the Tian Xiang Shop was in danger.
