Xu Zhenrong didn't expect that her binding puppetry technique still had a counter to it.
Her gaze fell viciously on Zhao Yi, who was standing there.
Zhao Yi smiled slightly while his body swayed gently, thinking that next time he goes out to travel on the rivers, he should first order a walking stick, and maybe make one for Old Huang too.
The red and black sticky goo completely fell off Run Sheng again, forming into a mass from which Xu Zhenrong's figure emerged.
She noticed that Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou, who had previously been imposing, still only had the appearance of being so.
Xu Zhenrong: "Just a bluff!"
Zhao Yi: "The same to you."
The way to fight in a battle to the death is different from a defensive battle. Zhao Yi was simply helping the person surnamed Li block the door, not in a life-and-death feud with Xu Zhenrong, so he took it easy.
Xu Zhenrong smiled, her hands quickly forming seals.
Zhao Yi looked shocked: "How dare you!"
