Mister Zhuan said in a deep voice, "The two of us are enough!"
After speaking, he flipped his wrist, and a short-handled scythe appeared in his hand. With a light swing, a thin stream that tore through the air formed at the tip of the blade, while a flickering crimson glow drifted along its edge.
At the same time, an illusory image rose behind him. It seemed deliberately obscured, its shape impossible to make out clearly, as though shrouded in mist. Only the faint outline of a Red Tassel Spear in its hand could be seen.
Masked Mister flew off his face, and multicolored light gathered around him, forming a tall humanoid figure with complete limbs.
At first, the figure was scattered like wisps of smoke. Yet after a while, it gradually solidified, becoming a masked person dressed in casual clothes. Both the clothing and the exposed skin were no different from those of a real person.
Zhao Zhenye looked at him. "Mister Tang, you entrusted quite a bit of power this time, didn't you?"
Masked Mister put his hands into his pockets. "No choice. Last time, even thirty percent of my power combined with Old Zhuan wasn't enough to take you down. Now that I'm using over seventy percent of my power and joining forces with Old Zhuan, we should be able to contend with you at least, right?"
Zhao Zhenye said, "Mister Tang, you're being too modest. If it were the old me, I might have been left here by the two of you today."
Masked Mister sized him up curiously. "I was wondering what you brat had been practicing. So you completed that secret transmission from last time?"
Zhao Zhenye said, "Mister Tang, there's no need to joke. Since you came here today..." He glanced at the