"Tang San, Xiao Wu is very busy right now. Don't you have any sense at all?"
Dugu Yan sneered.
"Ah! I'll kill you!"
Tang San was so furious that black blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. Every sentence Dugu Yan spoke stabbed him so badly he wished he were dead.
At this moment, the night deepened.
The anxiety in Tang San's heart grew deeper as well, but the Blood Sucking Divine Vine was like an insurmountable chasm. No matter what he did, he could not break through it.
"Listen, Tang San, are you cutting grass? The Rakshasa Demon Scythe is truly pitiable in your hands!" Bibi Dong sneered.
"Being able to cut grass is already pretty good. Do you expect Tang San to use the demon scythe to kill people? During the day, he nearly blew his own head apart with that scythe. Xiao Wu really was ruthless!"
Dugu Yan chuckled.
Bibi Dong and Dugu Yan chatted and laughed atop the city wall, getting along remarkably well and nearly driving Tang San to death with rage.
"Little Jiu, get the hell out here!"
Tang San roared repeatedly and charged at the Blood Sucking Divine Vine with complete disregard for his life. His miserable howls even woke the allied troops.
Ning Fengzhi and the others stood in the distance, helplessly watching Tang San as he acted like a madman.
Even Xue Beng felt that there was something wrong with Tang San's head. He kept getting sent flying by the Blood Sucking Divine Vine—what was he trying to achieve?
The more time passed, the more despair filled Tang San's heart.
Like an enraged bull, Tang San frantically hacked at the Blood Vine with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, trying to break through its defenses and enter Spirit City.
Yet no matter