Nearly half an hour had passed, and the exhausted Ma Xiaoling lay flat on the ground.
At this moment, she was drenched in sweat, her face bruised and swollen.
The ground beneath her showed a spider web-like cracking.
Just now, she had been slammed down hard from above by Ren Zhong.
Familiar with her disposition, Ren Zhong showed no mercy, sparing her life but engaging in true combat.
Moreover, Ren Zhong shamelessly used his prophetic abilities.
He was too familiar with Ma Xiaoling's limits.
Not to mention the distant past, but recently, he had fought side by side with Ma Xiaoling on the Tracker Spaceship numerous times using the Electric Control Crystal.
Although they were comrades at the time, not sparring, their tactical cooperation was not lacking.
