Si Tianyun stumbled out of the shell-shaped Magical Treasure in a sorry state, immediately channeled his Escape Light, and was about to keep fleeing.
Suddenly.
He seemed to have just "noticed" Lin Zheyu, his eyes suddenly lighting up as he hurriedly sent a voice transmission:
"Mr. Xiao!"
"Please help me stall that Six-Stripe Peak Demon Fiend behind me for just a few breaths, only a few breaths, and I'll have full confidence to behead it!"
Si Tianyun's voice came through, carrying a hint of anxiety.
"Heh~~"
Lin Zheyu shot him a sidelong glance and said blandly, "No."
"You!"
"Since you're being heartless, don't blame me for being cruel. If someone has to die, then we all die together!"
A flash of madness flickered in Si Tianyun's eyes. He let out a vicious grin and charged straight toward Lin Zheyu.
Inside, he sneered coldly. His right hand clutched a Divine Movement Talisman, ready to teleport away at any moment.
"You!"
