Peony had no peculiar habit of biting her nails.
But when San Jie Lang Lang Zi appeared and deliberately drew Brahma's attention, Peony instinctively bit the nail of her right thumb.
She had to buy time now.
To the overall battle, San Jie Lang Lang Zi was merely dispensable fighting strength, and her boss did not share any particularly deep bond with him. That was why Peony had arranged for San Jie Lang Lang Zi to go out and cause a disturbance.
If San Jie Lang Lang Zi could not stall for even this brief moment—
Then she would have to act personally.
Why fight for this brief moment?
Peony turned to look at the bed where Daoist Wang lay.
There, a pale gray ribbon of light flickered in and out of sight, descending from some unseen place and entering Wang Jixuan's brow.
Wang Jixuan's consciousness was already on its way back.
He now had a weapon behind him capable of restraining Brahma!
And at this critical juncture, if Sword Nine, Luo Tianjin, and the Vice Palace Master of the Slaughter God Palace fell there, or if Brahma destroyed the Spear God Palace's main base, there might be even greater losses afterward.
Peony had been monitoring her boss's brainwaves the entire time.
She knew exactly what kind of contract Wang Jixuan had reached with those remnant spirits aboard the Ship of the End.
The more of humanity's strength that remained, the greater the chance her boss would have of breaking free from the Ship of the End later...
San Jie Lang Lang Zi's voice came through the Projection Screen again.
This time, San Jie Lang Lang Zi began laughing incessantly. His laughter was full of mockery and ridicule toward Brahma.
Sure enough, Brahma grew interested. His right hand slowly lowered,