The face of the remaining Level 48 Sub-King turned deathly pale, and he backed away instinctively.
Xu Wuyi did not pursue.
He glanced at his terminal. Mission time: 13 minutes, 47 seconds.
Six minutes and thirteen seconds remaining.
But he couldn't hold on any longer.
Killing three Sub-Kings in a row, especially the final blow that took down the peak Sub-King, had drained nearly eighty percent of his Power of Heart Image.
He had lost too much blood from the wound on his left shoulder, and his vision was starting to blur.
"Martial Artist Xu!" He Yayin's urgent voice came through his earpiece.
"We've secured the Nest Core and are pulling out! There's chaos inside the Feathered People's base. The two Sub-Kings left on guard seem to have received new orders and are moving east. They've realized it was a feint!"
"Copy that," Xu Wuyi's voice was hoarse. "I'm pulling out."
