Before they could lie down, they were attacked and had no choice but to fight directly.

Just as the few young men were feeling angry, the three people suddenly felt that there was something wrong with Yan Yu who had been running behind them.

His originally very pale face, under these past tormenting days, became even whiter as if all the blood had been drained from it. The long run caused his breathing to become difficult. He gasped for air with great efforts but still couldn’t breathe more of it. The pallor of his face was already somewhat green.

“Yan Yu! Are you okay?” Yang Xi slowed down his pace at once and came to Yan Yu’s side to ask.