At this moment, Su Beiheng and the middle-aged man in gray were still locked in a cold stare...
But soon, the middle-aged man in gray suddenly murmured, "There's no time left."
With a gentle sentence, a terrifying killing intent surged in his eyes as he stated, "Since you won't speak, then I'll destroy you. I don't care."
Of course, the middle-aged man in gray did care; he simply had no time to ask questions.
After speaking, he intended to completely shred Su Beiheng's body to pieces with a single sword.
At this moment, Su Beiheng also slowly closed his eyes. He had truly reached his limit, and even without reaching it, he couldn't defeat the middle-aged man in gray. The gap in strength was still very significant...
He had done everything he could, and what happened next was up to Sikong Jing.
Yet, Su Beiheng sighed inwardly...
"Ajing, it seems I won't be able to return to Wu Yan's side on your back. Wu Yan... I'm sorry."
