While cutting, the boy couldn't help but look up at Li Zhiyuan outside the array and said:
"Here, it seems there's no one."
Being able to maintain an unchanged expression in such an extremely bloody and cruel scene was already very difficult, but as a Yin God, the boy could feel that the young man's emotions didn't fluctuate in the slightest.
This showed that the young man truly didn't care.
Li Zhiyuan didn't respond, he reached into his own pocket, fished out the last peeled candy, and put it in his mouth.
Now, this candy, he could no longer taste its sweetness, only a faint bitterness.
"Uh..."
Inside the array, the boy's body stiffened.
This body had already deteriorated to a critical point. Even if he had time left, he couldn't continue to stay.
The boy looked again at Li Zhiyuan outside the array.
The young man raised his hand, just like before when he felt sleepy, and tapped his own forehead.
The boy raised the trident.
"Puchi..."
