Maitreya's Counterattack

"Don't push me!"

Seeing Wang Ye and Maitreya catch up almost instantly, Golden Cicada looked utterly deranged as he shrieked at them.

Neither of their expressions changed. They looked at Golden Cicada as though he were already a corpse, too lazy to waste even a single word on him.

Even Wang Ye, who usually seemed like such a chatterbox.

His chatterbox tendencies were reserved for enemies he could not kill. If nothing else, he could at least disgust them.

But if he could kill them, why waste words?

"Attack together. Don't give him a chance to counterattack!"

Maitreya said softly. The next second, he charged forward with Wang Ye before and behind Golden Cicada.

Yet the two schemers tacitly left Golden Cicada what seemed to be a promising route of escape, as though they simply lacked the manpower to cover every direction.

For someone so afraid of death, this was the best way to deal with him.

The more cowardly and timid a person was, the crazier he became when facing death. So neither of them would ever give him that opportunity. As long as he could see a glimmer of hope for escape, he would exhaust every effort trying to seize it.

Though neither of them spoke, they understood each other perfectly.

Golden Cicada's injuries grew increasingly severe as he rushed again and again toward that apparent path to survival.

Until—

He was gravely wounded and on the verge of death, without even the strength to fight back.

"Heh heh. If this monk cannot have it, neither can you!"

At this point, a trace of clarity finally returned to Golden Cicada's eyes. He panted heavily and looked at the two of them with a cold sneer.

Escape.

He could no longer escape.

His injuries no longer allowed him to