Zhao Ritian grabbed Long Aotian and started swinging his fists.
Long Aotian shouted, "Me! Me! It's me!"
Zhao Ritian froze, then lowered his head and leaned closer. "It's you?"
Long Aotian worked his jaw. "Obviously! Get up!"
Zhao Ritian pulled him to his feet. "This array is bizarre. He seems to know everything inside it, while we know nothing. Where's Lu Chengwen?"
Lu Chengwen was climbing up nearby, his clothes torn.
"Don't split up."
Zhao Ritian said, "This won't work. We need to find a way to break the array."
The three stood together, looking at one another.
How were they supposed to break it?
That old bastard had sealed off his eyes, and now his ears were sharper than a wiretap. He could hear everything they said here perfectly clearly.
Lu Chengwen shook his head, bent down, picked up a stone, and threw it toward a certain spot.
Click.
No response.
The Three Brothers' hearts sank.
They couldn't fool him.
If they spoke, he would hear their loud scheming. If they stayed silent, how could they discuss a plan just by exchanging looks? There was no way to coordinate.
Unless they used an open strategy. A strategy that remained impossible to counter even if he heard it.
Or a scheme—one where they said one thing and did another.
But a scheme required mutual understanding. Long Aotian would be manageable, but Zhao Ritian...
As for an open strategy... there didn't seem to be anything they could do.
This array was practically unsolvable.
"Stop wasting your brains."
The Old Dean's voice drifted over. "Before absolute power, you have no chance of winning. Within this Five Senses Deprivation Great Array, you can only be blind, mute, and perhaps even deaf."
Zhao Ritian raised his arm, about to curse, but Lu Chengwen pressed