Limit
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Seeing that the Holy Court was about to succeed, Ji Xiaobo felt worse than death.
"How long can our barrier last?"
"There are a total of three groups of people. With the help of the stone slab, they should be able to hold on for an hour and a half."
Li Shaoqiang did not continue to provoke him. He rubbed his stiff facial muscles and asked, "How is Mr. Fang? Why was there still no news? What was your plan? We can't hold on much longer."
Ji Xiaobo's heart skipped a beat.
He had been too focused on the battle of wits and courage with the Holy Court last night. He did not know how Fang Heng's preparations were going.
According to his plan, Fang Heng should have come online to find him after he had finished setting up.
Why wasn't he here yet?
"You guys stay here. I'll go down and take a look first."
After saying that, Ji Xiaobo slowly retreated until he disappeared into the shadows.