"I never said anything like that. Stop talking bullshit," Yang Wudi said helplessly.
Hearing this, Di yihong smiled and did not waste words on him, firing several more crossbow bolts in succession.
With Yang Wudi's personality, accomplishing what came next was not as simple as imagined.
Therefore, he had to do the opposite to have any chance of securing victory at a critical moment.
Under Di yihong's efforts, Yang Wudi ultimately passed out from excessive blood loss.
If it continued any longer, he would surely be declared dead.
Looking at Yang Wudi sprawled limply on the ground, Di yihong directly used Healing Divine Light, allowing him to recover quickly.
If not for the hidden mission he still carried, Di yihong would definitely have played with him a while longer.
Before long, with Di yihong's help, Yang Wudi had fully recovered.
The moment he came to, he swung his blade at Di yihong.
He had completely cast aside everything that had just happened.
This action immediately angered Di yihong, who said with slight irritation—
"I just healed you. I have no interest in continuing this fight with you."
"You have to keep fighting me. I'm not convinced!" Yang Wudi said bluntly.
He had completely fallen into a crazed state, with no regard whatsoever for his dignity.
Seeing this, Bai He, the Speed Clan's patriarch, ignored the fact that he had not fully recovered.
He hurriedly stopped the enraged Yang Wudi, then began earnestly persuading him.
Under Bai He's lecturing, Yang Wudi gradually regained his senses.
Only then was Yang Wudi willing to admit defeat and stop stubbornly persisting.
Seeing Yang Wudi concede, Di yihong merely snorted coldly and ignored him.
"Old Bai, is there somewhere I can rest? I'm a little tired," Di yihong said.
Hearing this, Bai He quickly summoned