Heaven bore witness!
Although Ye Zhen, trapped within the grand formation, had raised three fingers and said the time limit was three breaths, heaven bore witness—he had absolutely not given them three full breaths!
Yan Ping had only blinked once before Ye Zhen had already lowered his second finger!
The lesson from answering too late before had been far too profound.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Zhen had torn off one of Wei Jingjing's long legs, making Yan Ping's heart bleed.
However, with Myriad Stars Tower's resources, a lost arm or leg could still be regrown with spirit medicines. But if she lost any more, there would be no guarantee.
Moreover, under such circumstances, whether Wei Jingjing could even survive was a question.
Yan Ping had truly been terrified by Ye Zhen's thunderous methods that allowed no room for doubt.
Thus, when he saw Ye Zhen's second finger snap back like lightning this time, a number burst from Yan Ping's mouth.
"Twenty-three!"
Yan Ping feared that if he spoke even a little slower, Ye Zhen would tear off Wei Jingjing's other arm.
"What are they here for? What actions are they taking today? Hmm, three breaths!"
Almost the instant Yan Ping answered with the number "twenty-three," Ye Zhen's next question followed. At the same time, Ye Zhen extended his fingers again and began counting.
Yet clearly, the time it took him to lower one finger was not even half a breath, much less a full breath.
Under this chain reaction, Yan Ping instinctively answered Ye Zhen's question. "They came to avenge Yan Cong. Today, aside from dealing with you, they also arranged for people to lure... ugh..."
Yan Ping's voice abruptly stopped. Outside the formation, the middle-aged martial artist named Yan Lun flashed forward and covered Yan Ping's mouth, stopping