"We are two people and you are alone. Why do you get to keep all those things to yourself?" Chen Nanxing shouted.
"If you have a way to kill the sacred-blood creature, I would have no problem having our stuff reversed," said Ye Yufeng.
Chen Nanxing had nothing to say. If he had a method, he would not have been as embarrassed as he was and lost four men.
"Please explain your method," Chen Zichen said.
"I believe that you will be faithful, so I will not hide anything from you." Ye Yufeng paused and said, "It is actually pretty simple. Since the sacred-blood creature was fast, all we needed to do was to lower its speed."
"What are you talking about? How can we possibly lower its speed?" exclaimed Chen Nanxing, annoyed.
"You sure cannot, but I can." Ye Yufeng then summoned a ball of black smoke. The smoke was moving constantly like a sand clock that repeated itself.
