Beads of cold sweat the size of beans kept pouring from his forehead, and his twisted facial features kept trembling, all indicating that he was not relaxed at this moment.
The Saintly Sea Daoist, as if afflicted with Parkinson's, held the duster with trembling hands, slowly waving it forward. As long as he could fully execute this move, Xiao Tian and Ghost Face would undoubtedly die.
At this moment, Xiao Tian was naturally not idle either. The effects of the medicine that accelerated the circulation of True Qi had passed, and now he could only rely on the energy of his physical body, along with the almost negligible assistance of True Qi, to slowly raise his hand holding the pill.
Both of them were desperately persisting; whoever launched their killing move first would seize the opportunity for survival. Moreover, the Saintly Sea Daoist had even more reason not to fail. If he couldn't fully unleash the killing move.
