After everything settled down, almost everyone immediately fell to the ground. The blunt knife remained on Yuan Jing's forehead. His bloody figure looked closer to that of an evil ghost than a human. Meng Tian helped Yuan Jing with his wounds. The blood was flowing nonstop. The good thing was that freezing the wounds helped stop bleeding. At this point, they could not care much about the methods used. Four people were covered in wounds, and they looked no better than ghosts. However, their gazes were firm, and only through battle were people able to grow.
The moment they were taken captive, they knew their fate. There was no such thing as luck. In order to survive, they would have to struggle, no matter how slim the chances may be.