"Wait! I have something to say!"
Li Meng suddenly spoke. Her words were like a divine incantation, instantly spreading across a range of hundreds of thousands of kilometers.
But this was not a sound. It rang directly in everyone's mind.
"I don't want us to suffer mutual destruction. Take this coffin, and I'll pretend this never happened."
At the same time, Li Meng raised a hand and actually released the ancient bronze coffin, allowing it to fly hundreds of kilometers away. Her other hand, however, remained hidden inside her sleeve. Her thumb and index finger curled slightly, forming a strange seal, while her lips moved rapidly beneath the white veil, as though she were plotting something.
At the edge of the battlefield, Mu Shaoan, who was in charge of tactical command, suddenly snorted and forcibly swallowed a mouthful of blood.
"What a brilliant method of following the vine to find the melon. Hmph, what a pity that being too clever has outsmarted yourself. I originally had only a thirty percent chance of killing you, but now I have ninety percent! But Cousin, you have to hang in there. Without you, this meat shield, there's no way to fight this battle."
"Snap!"
A chess piece landed, and a sinister voice suddenly rang out across the enormous battlefield.
"Want to talk? Sure! Show me your sincerity!"
The moment Mu Shaoan finished speaking, he returned all authority over the battlefield at a hundred thousand times the speed of lightning to Zhang Yang, who was standing at the edge of the battlefield, watching the show, eating melon seeds, and shouting "666."
The entire handover was so clean, crisp, and technically flawless that even Li Meng failed to notice it while releasing that mysterious divine ability.
Of course, the price was considerable. Mu Shaoan placed