Yoru crouched beside the Destined One, watching him drink medicine to restore his health.
His health bar stopped rising at about one-third. The Destined One put away his gourd and stood back up, leaning on his staff.
He looked much better.
"Remember."
Yoru looked at the Destined One, his expression serious.
"From here on, follow my instructions. Fight exactly the way I tell you to."
The Destined One paused.
"You?"
"Yes, me!"
The Destined One hesitated. He had just seen Yoru's strength, and his attacks were even weaker than Bajie's.
With strength like that, how could he expect the Destined One to follow his instructions?
Yoru offered no further explanation. He turned toward the battlefield.
Zhu Bajie was still fighting Red Boy, but he was clearly close to his limit.
He swung the Nine-Toothed Rake with fierce momentum, yet Red Boy easily blocked every strike.
Several more wounds had appeared on his body, and his health bar was down to one-quarter. Holding Red Boy off this long had already taken everything he had.
"Second Brother, fall back and heal first. You can't go down. You still need to support the Destined One," Yoru called.
Hearing this, the Destined One called out as well, "Bajie!"
Zhu Bajie looked back. His eyes lit up when he saw the Destined One standing, and he feinted with his rake before turning to run.
Red Boy tried to pursue him, but Zhu Bajie ran so fast that he reached the Destined One in an instant.
"Little monkey, you're all right?"
Zhu Bajie panted heavily. "Let's team up and have another go at that unfilial brat!"
"Not yet. From here on, we fight my way," Yoru said.
Zhu Bajie looked at him, frowning.
"Kid, you have a plan?"
"I do!"
Yoru stood up and looked at