Seventh Brother collapsed onto the ground. Knowing he had fallen into a trap, he used every ounce of his remaining strength to struggle, but to any outsider, it looked more like he was merely shivering. All of his strength had mysteriously drained away, his entire body feeling as though his tendons had been pulled out, leaving him as soft as a puddle of mud.
The view before him darkened as Ling Xi Wanderer bypassed the campfire and came to his side. At this, he truly began to tremble.
"Seventh Brother, oh Seventh Brother, what would you have me say? That man surnamed Zhao had you make contact with me, and you actually came? I, Ling Xi, have always considered myself a wolf cub that can never be tamed—the man surnamed Zhao was clear on this point, yet you were not? Heh, I certainly admire your daring!"
Seventh Brother no longer even had the strength to speak, left to sprawl on the ground with his head buried into the damp, gloomy soil.
Ling Xi Wanderer squatted down halfway, grabbing a handful of his hair and hauling him upward, naturally coming face-to-face with a resentful expression. "How about it? Still not resigned to your fate? Or were you waiting for Third Brother to make a move?"
As soon as those words left his mouth, Seventh Brother's face was uncontrollably flooded with shock.
Ling Xi Wanderer let out a loud laugh, his hand giving a fierce shove that nearly flattened Seventh Brother's face. His facial features and the seven orifices of his head were smeared with blood, and he was already taking in far more air than he was expelling.
Right at the moment he exerted his force, an angry roar rang out from outside this subterranean cavern. At the same time, a