Meng Yi redefined the meaning of "support."
Just like some old man in the mountains, wielding a huge sword and wearing heavy armor, had redefined the assassin class.
The Black and Red Long Coat stretched out countless fine threads like a living thing, siphoning the blood mist from the air.
Spiderweb-like veins also spread from his shoes, absorbing Biomass Energy to replenish their own losses.
Before long, not the slightest trace of blood remained in the forest.
The energy consumed by activating the Life Force Field had been replenished, with some left over besides.
Meng Yi's true "support"—the bone-pounding, marrow-sucking kind—made Qilin's eyelids twitch uncontrollably. Her sense of justice was far too strong for this.
"B-Bai, you seem to be taking things a little too far."
"Too far?"
Meng Yi half-jokingly teased, "Weren't you the one who told me to be more aggressive just now?"
Small-minded as he was, Meng Yi had returned her own words to her. Who told Qilin to use his words against him earlier?
Qilin glared at him with her eyes wide open. After weighing the gap between her combat power and Meng Yi's, she decisively chose to let the matter go.
This materialist Wei Junjie... This lady has considerable tolerance and won't stoop to arguing with a brat like him!
The method of spiritual victory was everywhere. Having adjusted her mindset, Qilin parted her lips and said, "Bai, which faction should we join? The Demon Slayer Corps or the Evil Demons?"
"Which faction doesn't matter. Let the other side choose first."
Meng Yi did not care. After replenishing some Biomass Energy, he felt even hungrier.
"I'll eat my fill first, then we'll set out to capture the Demon King of the Demon Faction. This dungeon is pretty interesting. I'll probably stay for a while."
"Once