As for Zhao Yi, the person in question, he wasn't even a bit nervous. Not only did he refrain from discussing pros and cons, saying that letting it out could lead to a massacre and destruction, involving everyone in karma, he instead laughed aloud and nodded to Tan Wenbin:
"Hahaha, well then, I'll go ask him."
Mr. Zhao actually went and asked. He first pointed below himself, saying, "I have it."
Then he pointed below the other party, saying, "Yours, doesn't."
The hair on the opponent stood up entirely, the skin turned an intense burning red, and large areas of pus began to appear on the tattoos.
Opening its mouth, revealing broken fangs, a low growl emerged from the throat:
"Die, die, die!"
Liang Yan and Liang Li looked at Zhao Yi in confusion. They didn't understand why at this moment, Zhao Yi still chose to provoke the other party. Was he really planning to bear this fury himself?
Tan Wenbin clapped his hands and shouted: "Alright, everyone, take your positions."
