Clang!
Suddenly, a sharp cry rang out. Blood Minister had already arrived at Bore's other side, a dark-red longsword in hand. He preferred using a sword when killing, as if that made him a superior person rather than a bloodthirsty member of the Demonic Dao.
"I understand your hatred perfectly, and I don't mind if you kill these two stinking bitches. There's just one problem—" Blood Minister's steel finger claws scraped across the longsword, producing a piercing shriek. "Bald donkey, how can you guarantee that I won't kill you before you get your revenge? Don't tell me you think betrayal comes without a price?"
"I'm naturally not so arrogant as to think I can stand against the three of you, especially with the Rainstorm Messenger among you, who is even stronger than me." Bore spoke leisurely. "If the Helan Family's people hadn't arrived, I wouldn't have acted immediately. I would have played along and stalled you instead."
"But it's been so long, and the Foundation Establishment True Person still hasn't come over. Setting aside the possibility that he came here for a sightseeing trip, can I make this deduction?" Beiyou said. "In order to maintain this cage, the Foundation Establishment True Person can't enter himself? He can't even attack, perhaps. After all, he shot an arrow from a great distance to the entrance of the Forest of Bones just now, proving that if he wishes, his arrows can reach any place in the Mountain Stronghold."
Bore narrowed his eyes slightly. "Beiyou, you really are dangerous."
"I merely understand a little about Foundation Establishment methods." Beiyou spoke indifferently. "A True Person is still not an immortal and hasn't reached the point where he can do whatever he wants. The more powerful one's authority, the more restrictions naturally come with it."
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