"Li, you just rest up, I'll borrow this for now, hehe… sigh."

The joy flashed across his face for only an instant, then turned to sorrow: the copper coin sword used by his own ancestor—when he himself needed it, he still had to sneak it away, and once he got it he even had to feel secretly pleased about it.

"You two take a breather."

Giving the Liang Sisters a "little break," Zhao Yi went up with the copper coin sword in hand and took their place.

From that moment on, their side shifted from a stalemate to the offensive.

But that dog had lost its memories, and naturally didn't have any sense of dignity either. Once it realized it was more and more unable to suppress this damn bunch in front of it, it started thinking about conserving strength and running away.

Tan Wenbin: "The taunt effect is dropping."

Zhao Yi: "Yeah. It's going to flee."

Tan Wenbin: "We have to block it. We can afford to pay a price."

Whether it was himself, or Run Sheng and Ah You, none of them had revealed their bottom cards yet.

They'd already fought to this point—even if it meant burning themselves out and collapsing, they had to keep the enemy here forever.

Zhao Yi was just about to nod. With Tan Wenbin taking the initiative to propose it, he'd be much more composed giving orders next.

But right then, Zhao Yi's brows twitched. He reached out and tore open his own shirt. At his heart was a fresh, intricate scar, proof that he'd spent plenty of time fiddling with his own heart for fun.

He slipped his thumb in, hooked it, and when he drew it back out, a tiny multicolored snake was coiled around it, about the size of an earthworm.

Tan Wenbin noticed this and unconsciously pressed his lips together. Sometimes he felt he was ruthless enough with himself, but the moment he compared himself with this Young Master Zhao, that feeling evaporated.

Zhao Yi popped the snake into his mouth, chewed with a "crunch crunch," then swallowed.

Run Sheng, who had just finished a defensive round and was regulating his breath, didn't turn his head, just asked, "Taste good?"

Zhao Yi: "I'll let you try one when this is over. I've been nurturing quite a lot of snake eggs in my heart. At critical times they can bypass various obstructions and deliver messages for me."

Right after, Zhao Yi said to Tan Wenbin, "Sun Yan's sent a warning. Someone special must have shown up topside. The warning level is very high."

Tan Wenbin: "The person who's coming is powerful?"

Zhao Yi: "Or more like someone that even Sun Yan can't handle at all."

For someone a Beast Tamer like Sun Yan to be unable to handle, Tan Wenbin immediately said:

"Yu Family!"

Zhao Yi: "Yeah."

Only the Yu Family's abilities could completely restrain Sun Yan. Last time, Yu Miaomiao and her followers had easily turned all of Sun Yan's demon beasts against him.

And the Yu Family had more than enough motive to show up here at this exact time.

Zhao Yi: "Fuck, new trouble's here. We need to speed this up."

After saying that, Zhao Yi glanced at the unconscious Li Zhiyuan over there and cursed inwardly:

"Damn it, you pick now to take a nap?!"

Completely forgetting that just now he'd been the one telling the guy to rest well.

Tan Wenbin turned his head to look at Yin Meng.

With an external enemy present, it was no longer appropriate to burn themselves out and lose combat capability. If they wanted a chance to end this quickly, they could only pin their hopes on an unconventional tactic.

Zhao Yi also looked at Yin Meng. From the moment they regrouped outside Shuilian Cave, the Liang Sisters had secretly relayed to him what happened when they fought Shen Huaiyang. The sisters had been absolutely stunned by Yin Meng's ability to observe and control battlefield timing.

This puzzled Zhao Yi himself. It wasn't as if he'd just met Yin Meng. He'd admit her cooking was good—but battlefield sense?

Power's easy enough to boost, but since when can you boost your brain?

During the earlier fight, Zhao Yi had tried to have Yin Meng use the two Demon Exorcism Whips to manage the battlefield, but the results were awful. Yin Meng's own execution was lacking, and if Zhao Yi opened his mouth to command, there was always a delay.

So Zhao Yi had the Liang Sisters drag those two meat balls back to her whenever they lunged out, hand them over to Yin Meng, and let her focus on Summoning bugs.

But after all this Summoning, there was still no sign of any bugs.

Zhao Yi: "How's it going? How much longer?"

Yin Meng held the Yellow Paper and kept flicking it, but it just wouldn't catch fire. She'd tried a lighter as well, but still couldn't get it to burn.

Every time a spark just started, she felt a terrible shudder in her heart, and then the spark died out.

She knew—that was her ancestor, unable to accept this heresy-on-top-of-heresy sacrificial rite.

Now, as she was about to explain to Zhao Yi, Tan Wenbin spoke first:

"The quality of the sacrificial flesh is too high. Her voice is too small to drive it.

Heh, the one receiving the sacrifice has a rotten temper and loves to put on airs. Normally he looks down on all of us, only acknowledges Brother Xiao Yuan."

Seeing this, Zhao Yi directly snatched the Yellow Paper from Yin Meng's hand. He gave it a fierce snap. Sparks flared, then immediately died.

Tan Wenbin didn't pour oil on the fire. Instead, he took the initiative and said:

"Forget it, let me try. I've got some seal script inscriptions written by Brother Xiao Yuan. Let's see if we can transfer-rub them onto it. Brother Xiao Yuan is proper Dragon King family—his rank should be high enough, even if it's just a rubbing."

Zhao Yi's gaze darkened. He immediately scraped his fingertip with a nail, wrote with blood on the Yellow Paper, then bellowed:

"I don't care what kind of Earth God or Lewd Temple you are—today I, Jiujiang Zhao Yi, am offering you a sacrifice. If I say you eat, you fucking eat. Don't you dare not appreciate the damn favor!"

"Wong."

In an instant, the Yellow Paper roared into flame!

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