Just as Lin Shuyou habitually wanted to use the child's skill to enclose the dust and continue to shape it into a cannonball, he heard the voice of Brother Xiao Yuan from within, and immediately stopped his actions, not maximizing the benefits of this counterattack.
The reason for Li Zhiyuan's halt was that if they continued to tug along with the vine, the battle between both sides would naturally commence.
His goal was to stop the opponent at minimal cost.
"Puff!"
The youngest son behind the main branch spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
The Zhao family first lady: "No arrays, no barriers, no early miasma expansion."
Uncle Zhao: "That means they rely on what they hear or smell, using innate five senses."
"They're hiding deep. It was Zhao Yi who deliberately concealed them."
"They've stood by Zhao Yi's side."
"How dare they."
"They must have some reliance."
"Are we still acting then?"
"No more acting."
"It's just as well, I'm tired of acting."
