"I-I'll do my best."
Ye Zi said nervously, "So, what should I do now?"
"Sleep."
Meng Chao said, "Use the Breathing Technique I taught you to slowly relax your muscles and nerves, entering a hazy state that was neither asleep nor awake.
"Then leave everything to us!"
The confrontation between the two fiercest generals of the Great Horned Legion had already reached its limit.
Neither Red Bear nor Mountain Dog wanted, from the bottom of their hearts, to raise a hand against comrades who had fought shoulder to shoulder with them in bloody battle only half a day ago.
Although they had summoned their Totem Armor and flooded the Wolf Fang Club and hair-splitting Curved Blade with Spiritual Energy.
They still clenched their teeth, doing everything they could to control every muscle fiber and every cluster of nerve endings throughout their bodies.
They only hoped that the other side would yield before the volcano within them erupted completely.
But that was impossible.
Nor could they delay indefinitely.
Totem Armor had originally been sentient, bloodthirsty weapons, like demonic blades that harvested souls. Once drawn, they would never obediently return to their sheaths without drinking their fill of blood.
And the nearly boiling Spiritual Energy within the limbs and bones of the two iron-blooded generals also urgently needed a hearty slaughter to vent itself.
Otherwise, they would either undergo Human Spontaneous Combustion and turn into eerily burning humanoid torches, or suffer Cultivation Deviation and become Origin Warriors as mad as demons.
Both men understood this perfectly well.
Deep in their blazing eyes, hidden behind cold masks, lay a sorrow and despair beyond all description.
Yet the Spirit Flame spilling from the Wolf Fang Club and crescent Curved Blade flowed everywhere like ignited grease, about to merge and trigger a reaction a