Instead, it was Bei Huai, Dao Qiongcang, aiding Cursed Yin!
Cursed Yin was in front, Bei and Dao at the back, but what were they trying to accomplish?
In the blink of an eye, Medicine Ancestor grasped everything clearly, yet there remained one point he couldn't fathom:
"Robbing path?"
Not even the slightest possibility!
All calculations had succeeded, with himself holding the Twin Rivers of the Great Dao, how could he lose?
Bounding Cursed Yin, Bei Huai, Dao Qiongcang together, even adding Xu Xiaoshou, he couldn't possibly lose!
His thoughts reaching this point, he looked up.
Medicine Ancestor gazed at the dying struggle of Cursed Yin, feeling like he was seeing a beast fiercely trying to break free from the confinement of its cage, yet just as it was about to step into the end of its life as its blood drained dry.
He laughed.
The laugh was extremely contemptuous.
As the laughter froze, his gaze transformed into one as cold and sharp as blades and swords:
