Those damned dogs!
Yi, having grown up in the Dark Organization, naturally knew what kind of poisonous gas this was. She harbored deep resentment and her killing intent grew stronger, yet she was becoming increasingly weak — the injuries inflicted by those two Void-breaking Masters were too severe; otherwise, she would have had a way to solve this predicament.
What to do?
In her haze, Yi thought of a face, that person.
Defeat? Submit?
These two words would never belong to Zhuang Ziyi.
Yi gripped her knife tightly and raised it.
"Useful?"
"Definitely useful."
Among Meng Yi's group, they leisurely waited, eating, drinking, and making merry, as if they could already see the woman who had repeatedly embarrassed them coming out to beg for mercy...
Meanwhile, Zhang Xu and Li Feng were drinking at the other end.
Even Void-breaking requires socialization; friends are connections.
