Seeing Yi Ji and the other two appear completely uninjured, Yuan Rong and the others all faced them as if confronting a deadly enemy.
"Yi Ji, you deliberately feigned defeat earlier, waiting for us to break the mystic ice so you could come reap the fisherman's profit?" Yuan Rong said with a grim expression.
A faint, indifferent smile appeared on Yi Ji's alluring face.
"Not quite. My original plan was to capture the four of you, then interrogate you at leisure. But Yang Yu was truly despicable. He actually used such underhanded means to divert our attention, and at the cost of two Death-Substitute Puppets, severely wounded Shi Qingcang."
"Afterward, He Ying was also wounded by you. Alone, I was no match for the four of you, so I had no choice but to retreat for the time being."
"However, I knew that you would certainly try to break the mystic ice as soon as possible. After shaking you off, I had He Ying and Shi Qingcang seize the time to treat their injuries."
"Just as I expected, you truly broke through the mystic ice and brought the dragon corpse into the world."
"Fortunately, we arrived in time and happened to... catch up!"
Yi Ji's tone brimmed with undisguised smugness.
At the same time.
Still within the blood cocoon, Song Wen did not pay much attention to Yi Ji. Instead, he was watching He Ying's hands.
"Regrowing severed limbs?" Song Wen muttered.
From the time Yi Ji and the other two had left until now, only a few hours had passed. It was impossible for He Ying to have found suitable arms and attached them to himself.
Moreover, He Ying's pair of "new hands" looked excessively tender.
The only possibility was that his hands had grown back.
"Extreme Yin, in