But Murong Xingchen was afraid at this moment.

He saw stars.

Soon, instead of darkness, everything in front of me turned white.

Just then.

Jiang Tian ripped off the three tattered cloths covering his face.

Murong Xingchen took deep breaths of the fresh air.

He coughed violently as he breathed in the fresh air.

The feeling of being on the verge of death and then pulled back from the brink is quite terrifying.

Just as Murong Xingchen had taken two or three breaths and was still catching his breath, a wet, tattered cloth was placed over his face.

This rag was even wetter than the three rags Jiang Tian had just wrung out.

Murong Xingchen took deep breaths of air.

This time, there were even more tiny water droplets along the edge of the tattered cloth.

He inhaled all of these tiny water droplets into his throat and into his lungs.

This made the guy cough even more violently.

He had just taken a few breaths of fresh air, but the oxygen was not enough for him to use.

He felt an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

This time, Jiang Tian only used two pieces of rags, and he left this guy at a loss for what to do.

Two full minutes passed before Jiang Tian finally removed the rag from his face.

Murong Xingchen coughed violently while trying to regulate her breathing.

“I said, I told you everything I know.”

"My name is Murong Xingchen, the leader of the Wolf Guard under General Murong Chui."

"Seven or eight days ago, the commander-in-chief ordered us to ambush and kill you on the road."

"But we were so shocked by the formidable fighting power of your men that we didn't dare to make a move..."

Murong Xingchen spoke fluently and at length.