Bao Bao didn't waste any time talking. A knife suddenly appeared in her hand, and she swiftly slashed toward Wang Yue.
Wang Yue hadn't expected to run into Xu Xiang and Feng Baobao here. Even more surprising, despite his skill at concealing himself, Feng Baobao had still found him.
So, as her blade drew near, he wasn't sure whether this clone of his was strong enough to withstand her attack.
He didn't want to get hurt or attract trouble, so his main body could only use a spatial ability to summon the clone back.
In an instant, the clone vanished, returning to Wang Yue's side. It bowed to him, then went back into Wang Yue's Sea of Consciousness.
"Gone!"
Feng Baobao's throwing knife struck empty air. She flashed through the air and caught it, then landed not far from where Wang Yue had been hiding. Staring at the spot, she murmured.
Xu Xiang looked up at Feng Baobao and said indifferently, "Maybe he used some kind of escape technique. If we can't find him, then forget it. We should hurry and catch up with Zhang Xilin."
"Okay. Let's get down to business!"
Feng Baobao replied in Sichuan dialect, then immediately chased after the distant sounds of fighting.
Far away, Zhang Xilin had been poisoned. He was not only suffering terribly, but his strength had also been affected. As he killed off the last few pursuers, he took several more blows. By now, he was nearly spent.
Yet he forced himself to hold on and looked toward the place where Wang Yue was hiding. His voice was hoarse but cold as he said, "Friend, you've been hiding there for ages. This old man can barely fight anymore. Aren't you going to come out and make your move?"
Black-clothed Wang Yue understood