In the center of the grounds, Lin Xue continued her one-sided suppression of the Seam God.
At the edge of the battlefield, the Herbalist landed and looked at the Night Watchman beside him, his tone grave. "Stop watching. The outcome here is already decided. What matters is the main body's side... you understand, right?"
The Night Watchman's expression stiffened for a second. He did understand what the Herbalist meant.
In fact, before setting out, the two had secretly discussed Ju Snake and agreed that there was at least an eighty percent chance the big fellow was awake.
But there was only one way to wake this snake pretending to sleep and bring its fighting strength into this war...
-Deliberately seek death.
When the Jinchūriki approached death, Ju Snake would have to intervene to save him, unless it wanted to die along with him.
"If... I mean if this fellow really is asleep, and I really die, remember to burn paper offerings for me every year. Sports cars and mansions, not a single one less!" the Night Watchman said solemnly.
"All right. I'll burn you twice as much!" The Herbalist nodded just as earnestly.
At the same time, on the neighboring battlefield.
"Ora ora ora..."
Amid his roars, Wildman Muro straddled the God-Slayer, his two bloodstained iron fists raining down on the God-Slayer's head without pause.
The God-Slayer had been hammered deep into a crater. His entire face was a bloody mess, blood splashing freely around the pit until it had almost dyed the surrounding ground red.
Inside the pit, the God-Slayer, his head beaten bloody, had not failed to consider fighting back. But his whole body was suppressed by the dual divine authorities of rules and silence, and under the Wildman's relentless assault, even the slightest attempt to resist