Let’s drag it out, drag it out, I’ll play the long game with you!
Anyway, Yuanzi is still playing the matador over there, there’s nothing much I can help with.
Tan Wenbin’s right hand couldn’t exert any strength, so he could only use his left hand to smash.
After his left hand couldn’t move either, Tan Wenbin leaned forward, his arms hanging down, gasping for air heavily.
The woman curled up on the ground, holding her head, visibly not a single patch of unscathed skin all over her body, everything was a bloody blur, bones knocked out in many places, but she, stubbornly, was still twitching slightly.
Tan Wenbin just sat down on the ground as well.
The woman slowly lifted her head, her face smashed to the point that her features were indiscernible.
"Who... are you guys after all..."
"Alright, then I’ll tell you, we are..."
Tan Wenbin used the last bit of strength he had just gathered, his hands clutching a stone, flinging it together, hitting the woman in the face.
The woman froze completely, face down, and collapsed.
Her limit was broken.
Actually, she had already lost the ability to resist, but her peculiarity made it so her skeleton became her last resort, keeping her life hanging by a thread.
Most of Tan Wenbin’s strength was used to whittle away her last breath, because he was really too cautious.
The woman’s skin and flesh rapidly cracked, her entire form resembling a chicken claw, undergoing a gruesome dislocation of flesh and bone.
And the exposed white bones also broke apart section by section, her internal organs wrapped beneath her skin turning a dark grey.
Now, she was truly dead.
Tan Wenbin shakily stood up, his lips pale as he swallowed with difficulty:
"Damn it, what the hell kind of thing is this."
Following that, he staggered towards the outside; even in such a state, he still had to go find Brother Xiao Yuan.
As soon as Binbin came out, he saw two figures locked in an embrace, crashing hard onto the ground ahead, stirring up a cloud of dust.
It was White Crane Child and Granny Yu.
White Crane Child’s arms were pierced through Granny Yu’s chest, while Granny Yu’s two wooden sticks penetrated White Crane Child’s shoulder blades.
The fight between the two no longer possessed any aesthetic of battle, only an endurance contest of agony remained.
But to any discerning eye, it was clear Granny Yu’s ferocity persisted, while White Crane Child was gradually becoming languid.
There was no helping it; Lin Shuyou was, after all, still housed in a normal human body, but Granny Yu had long stopped being human.
Moreover, White Crane Child’s fighting style was always fierce and unyielding, disliking indirect approaches, which added a massive burden to this body.
Granny Yu lifted her head, eyes full of pained madness as she gazed at the Blood Man; her life’s work and obsession, and just on the brink of success, had turned into this wretched state.
She knew that even if she could start all over again, she wouldn’t see "Granny Yu" fully revived in her lifetime.
But she hadn’t given up, just as she had dug herself out of the grave years ago with no regard for ruining her hands, over the years, her focus might have shifted from success to becoming accustomed to this obsession-filled life.
Granny Yu shouted: "There’s a reservoir to the Southwest, please head there!"
Her voice was hoarse, with a distinctive tremble.
This was the special method of communication between "Granny Yu" and her, and she believed the Blood Man, now in frenzy, would clearly understand her words.
Li Zhiyuan quickly realized that the Blood Man beneath him seemed slightly calmer.
Decades of companionship and servitude, Granny Yu and "Granny Yu" had long ago become intertwined, becoming mutual anchors; otherwise, Granny wouldn’t have begun to resemble that mud idol so closely.
But Li Zhiyuan knew, this anchoring was more like storage; the real "Granny Yu" had transferred a part of herself into the old woman.
When she was fully revived, it would be time to kill the old woman and retrieve what belonged to her.
This was the reward for serving an evil spirit.
"Thump, thump, thump!!!"
The Blood Man beneath him started to run, fast, leaping with every step, each landing forming a deep imprint.
Li Zhiyuan was still perched on her back, though by now he could have gotten off; by normal accounts, she was ruined.
But the issue is, Li Zhiyuan must ensure she’s thoroughly killed off.
To let her escape, no matter how weakened, is like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.
"Brother Xiao Yuan..."
Tan Wenbin opened his mouth, dumbfounded, watching Brother Xiao Yuan riding off on the Blood Man.
Seeing the Blood Man leave, Granny Yu put strength into her arms, driving the wooden stakes that had penetrated White Crane Child’s shoulder blades into the ground, lifted her paws, and clawed at White Crane Child’s face.
White Crane Child lifted his foot, kicking at her.
Granny Yu momentarily retracted her strength, her body soared up, and using the force from his kick, managed to free herself from White Crane Child’s grasp.
After landing at a distance, she glared at White Crane Child resentfully.
White Crane Child bent his knees, the soles of his feet on the ground, rubbing the wounds along the wooden sticks as he stood up again.
Granny Yu took a deep breath, didn’t continue the fight, but bent over, and ran toward the Southwest on all fours.
White Crane Child remained standing in the same place.
"Don’t just stand there, chase her!" Tan Wenbin ran to his side, urging him.
But the three incense sticks on White Crane Child’s crest had broken off, the vertical pupils in his eyes were dispersing.
This clearly meant he was done for; the last stand before was probably just to retain some dignity and provide a deterrent, preventing Granny Yu from taking advantage of the situation and finishing the harvest.