"Is this what you call a siege?"
In Yuqing State, Zhou Yan looked sternly at Xu Lie across from him, his eyes filled with anger and doubt.
"A siege that cost us 11 Holy Bloods, 1 Blood Source, and still allowed our enemy to escape unscathed?"
"Xu Lie, I think you need to seriously reflect."
"How long has it been since you last returned to the Holy Blood Temple to pray to the Holy Father?"
"Your overly arrogant nature has already caused you considerable trouble, and now, this vile characteristic has led to our brothers' senseless deaths."
"While the protection of the Holy Blood is indeed crucial, I always advise you to wisely use the wisdom granted by the Holy Father."
"Otherwise, how are you different from those monsters tainted by impure blood? How are you different from those savage and foolish Blood Skulls?"
"The Mimic Heretics are formidable enemies. When facing them, we must not harbor any illusions!"
"This is the last time."
