But.
In their current state, the Eerie tormented them to the brink of collapse at night, and they could only lie around recovering their energy during the day. They had no strength left to go out scavenging for supplies.
If they forced themselves to set out.
Once they encountered a powerful Eerie, with both their stamina and mental energy exhausted, they would lose their lives.
No matter how they calculated it, the losses were far too great.
Saving Cao Xianming had to go without a hitch.
This was the entire team's only way to survive.
Yang Yong repeatedly reminded himself of this, his fingers clenched white.
Just as he silently made up his mind, footsteps sounded in the distance.
Wang Ying, who had gone to negotiate with the Yangcheng No. 2 Middle School Convoy, had returned. Someone followed behind her: Zhang Bihuang of the holy light mage sequence.
Yang Yong looked up, startled:
That fast?
Wang Ying rolled her eyes at him, her tone carrying a touch of smug pride.
"Such a little thing. It's done."
What Yang Yong did not know was this.
After Wang Ying reached the No. 2 Middle School Convoy.
She had skipped the pleasantries entirely, walked straight up to Zhang Bihuang, and whipped the long blade from her waist. Its edge gleamed coldly, pointing straight at the tip of his nose.
"Is this blade of mine powerful?"
The question left Zhang Bihuang utterly bewildered. He could not fathom Wang Ying's intentions at all.
But he dared not hesitate and nodded truthfully.
"Yes."
"The Black Gold Bone Blade. Ranked within the top thousand on the Curio Rankings."
Wang Ying spoke calmly, but her words exploded like thunder in the ears of Xiao Yuxia, Zhang Wenyan, and Shang Kai beside them.
The three women's expressions changed sharply,