Li Yan's robes snapped in the wind as fierce gusts battered his mouth and nose, making it difficult to breathe.
"Then what do you want?"
Meng Zhiyuan stared fixedly at Li Yan, suppressing his fury as he spoke through gritted teeth.
"This was always a situation where you didn't trust me and I wouldn't trust you, so there's no fairness to speak of.
Once I leave the passage and reunite with my companions, I'll immediately give you the pill. How about that?"
"Heh, heh, heh... Fellow Daoist Zhang, you've certainly calculated everything well. You control the outcome at every turn. Do you really think I'm that afraid of death?"
"Fellow Daoist Meng, I told you, there's no balancing this situation. After all, you outnumber us here. I can't possibly surrender all my trump cards.
I want to live, too, and I have no desire to perish together with you.
I have another proposal. Once both sides leave this restricted area, I'll immediately give you the antidote.
You can swallow it and circulate your cultivation to recover. At such close range, if there's anything wrong with the antidote, we won't be able to escape immediately anyway, will we?"
The light in Meng Zhiyuan's eerie green eyes flickered. He knew his side's greatest advantage lay within this tunnel.
Once they emerged into the deep sea, they could no longer use the attacks formed by the two-winged Dark Spirit Demon Bats. With a single darting movement, their opponents could leave those youngsters far behind.
Thus, their ultimate fighting strength would consist only of him and his fellow disciples.
Although he was wounded, one of their opponents had died and another was gravely injured. If they fought, his side would certainly prevail in the end.
But if their opponents were determined to flee, and