In God of Wine Dukang's mind, Yan Hua Yi Leng and Zhi Yue, who still had their ultimate skills in reserve, were more important than them for the upcoming matches. Moreover, they knew that if the allied forces had any other trump cards, they definitely would not be able to hold out until the end. That was why they stepped forward to help Yan Hua Yi Leng and the others block the allied forces, buying everyone as much time as possible.
San Mei Shi wanted to say something more, but Feng Xing interrupted her. "Enough, stop dithering. Preserve your strength as much as possible. We'll delay them for as long as we can."
"Sister Shi, do as Uncle Feng Xing says. This is currently our most likely path to victory," Yan Hua Yi Leng said calmly.
"Uncle Feng Xing, Uncle Jiushin, if we can hold out until the end, we'll give you a share of the rewards," Breaking Waves Riding Wind said solemnly.
"Heh, you girl. If you put it that way, people will think we're risking our lives for the rewards." God of Wine Dukang laughed, then changed his tone. "Forget the rewards. Just give us more opportunities to cooperate in the future. We've been fleeced by that girl Yan Hua plenty already."
Though he said that, he was clearly joking. Breaking Waves Riding Wind and the others did not take it to heart, and God of Wine Dukang, Feng Xing, and the others settled on their plan to block the pursuers.
The allied forces were not fools. After realizing that they could not track their targets at all, they changed their strategy. They split into two groups and began surrounding and intercepting the Chinese team. Even the team that had previously gone after Ye Luo turned back, resulting