The Winning Move

As Nicola and Ruilin kept up their joint offensive to wear down Ye Chen's stamina, Nicola continuously pondered Ye Chen's plan of action.

"What exactly is that kid plotting?"

"Could he be trying to stall for time and wait for companions elsewhere to come support him?"

"Those four remaining teammates of his? That seems unlikely."

"No matter what, he can't leave my water domain now. Maybe he's simply struggling blindly on his last legs. In any case, all we can do for now is maintain the current situation."

The more Nicola considered matters from this angle, the more chaotic and disordered her thoughts became. After hastily reaching an inconsequential conclusion, she began considering another question.

"Come to think of it, his Innate Spirit Art has already been confirmed to use blood as a tool for launching attacks. He can turn it into python-like creatures that fire energy cannons, into tools like swords, blades, guns, halberds, and bullets for attacks at any range, and even disperse it into blood mist to obscure vision."

"If that's the case, then what is his relic, and what does it do?"

"Could it be that mass of blood he summons and uses at will? A parasitic relic perfectly fused with the medium of his Spirit Art?"

"Or is it something else he has kept hidden all this time? Something he regards as his trump card to turn this slaughter around, patiently waiting for the perfect moment to catch the two of us in one net?"

After turning it over in her mind, Nicola felt that those guesses were probably not far from the truth. Even so, she had no intention of changing the original plan.

That was because she had ample confidence in the world of flowing water under her control. Even if Ye Chen