An attack launched from within is far more lethal than Binding from the outside!
Its movements began to slow down, and its attacks lost their order.
"Good chance! Little San, use your Hidden Weapons and attack its eyes!" Yu Xiaogang shouted excitedly upon seeing this scene.
Upon hearing this, the look of madness in Tang San's eyes intensified.
He suddenly raised his hand, and several cold glints shot out from his sleeves, aiming directly for the Man Faced Demon Spider's pairs of crimson compound eyes!
But just then, the dying Man Faced Demon Spider also erupted with its final ferocity.
It suddenly curled its eight long legs and then burst them open!
A cloud of dark green poison mist exploded outward with it as the center!
The Hidden Weapons Tang San fired were knocked off course by the impact, while he himself was completely swallowed by the poison mist.
"Little San!" Yu Xiaogang was terrified, his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.
Above the canopy, Li Yifei watched this scene and shook his head slightly.
Still too green after all.
However, this play should also come to an end.
He was just about to turn and leave to find his own target.
Suddenly.
"Cough... cough cough..."
From within the poison mist came a burst of violent coughing.
A figure stumbled out; it was Tang San.
The skin all over his body showed a strange bluish-purple hue, clearly poisoned, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.
He won.
Behind him, that thousand-year Man Faced Demon Spider had already collapsed on the ground. Several inconspicuous fine needles were lodged in its pairs of compound eyes, and black blood flowed all over the ground. It was completely lifeless.
Using his own injury to trade for the life of a thousand-year Spirit Beast.
Li Yifei retracted his steps as he was about to leave and took a couple more looks.
Somewhat interesting.
Not dying even from this, as expected of the protagonist.
He was just about to completely hide his figure and leave.
Below, the youth covered in blood and deeply poisoned suddenly raised his head. Those blood-red eyes looked with pinpoint accuracy toward the direction where Li Yifei was hiding.
His nose sniffed forcefully in the air, and an expression of extreme confusion and bewilderment appeared on that bluish-purple face.
Immediately, this bewilderment turned into unbelievable ecstasy!
"Xiao Wu!"
"Is that you there, Xiao Wu?!"
His voice was raspy and trembling, filled with the excitement of regaining something lost.
"I know it's you! I smell your scent! Come out!"
Eh.
Li Yifei's figure, suspended in mid-air, paused slightly, giving rise to a bit of surprise.
Although he didn't intentionally hide himself, his Planetary Level Spiritual Force naturally isolated his aura and fluctuations. Let alone a level thirty Spirit Elder, even a Titled Douluo couldn't possibly discover him.
Tang San's Purple Demon Eye was even less likely to have the ability to penetrate a spiritual barrier.
Since he had been discovered, there was no point in staying hidden.
Li Yifei's figure slowly walked out from behind the lush leaves and drifted to the ground, spotless.
Dressed in white, he formed an incredibly sharp contrast with the blood-soaked and wretched Tang San.
"Little San, be careful!" Yu Xiaogang immediately blocked the way in front of Tang San, looking at this suddenly appearing mysterious young man with a face full of vigilance.
Tang San's gaze, however, was fixed deathly on Li Yifei.
The ecstasy on his face froze inch by inch the moment he saw Li Yifei's face clearly, then turned into cold shock and anger.
"You... who are you?"
"Where is Xiao Wu? What did you do to Xiao Wu?"
His voice was hoarse, carrying an interrogation.
Then, as if he thought of something, he sniffed forcefully again, the fire of anger in his eyes almost about to erupt.
"Why!"
"Why is your body covered in Xiao Wu's scent!"
"Speak! What exactly did you do to her!"
So that's how it was—not by eyes, nor by perception, but by smell.
And he just happened to hold that Little Rabbit for most of the day, so her scent was all over him.
Looking at the youth below, whose jealousy and anger had even suppressed the potent poison in his body by a few points, Li Yifei's gaze became playful.
Just as well, since I'm free anyway.
I'll use this World's Child of Luck to test my blade.
He ignored Tang San's roar and didn't look at Yu Xiaogang, who was as if facing a great enemy nearby.
He just slowly and methodically dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeves, speaking slowly in an indifferent tone, as if stating a trivial matter.
"Oh, you mean this scent? She snuggled in my arms for most of the day; it probably rubbed off then."
"You're lying!"
Tang San's roar was heart-wrenching. That face, bluish-purple from the poison, was now flushed blood-red, with veins throbbing at his temples.
Jealousy, anger, a sense of betrayal, and that bone-deep possessiveness completely exploded at this moment!
He stumbled a step, his eyes as red as blood, staring deathly at Li Yifei as if he wanted to swallow him alive.
"Xiao Wu... she wouldn't! Who exactly are you! What did you do to her!"
He could not accept that the Xiao Wu who was pure and flawless in his heart, belonging only to him, would lie in another man's arms.
That scent... he was too familiar with it.
It was Xiao Wu's unique body fragrance, with a faint scent of green grass.
But now, this scent was richly clinging to this strange man in front of him.
This felt worse than killing him!
"Is there a possibility," Li Yifei's gaze was indifferent, like looking at an unreasonable ant, "that it has nothing to do with you."
A single sentence left all of Tang San's questions stuck in his throat.
"I... I am Xiao Wu's best friend!" He almost squeezed out these words; this was his last and only identity he could present.
Li Yifei looked as if he had heard some huge joke, his lips curling into a cold arc.
"Enough."
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable sense of finality.
"Xiao Wu won't return to your side, and she certainly won't become your future spirit ring and Spirit Bone."
spirit ring!
Spirit Bone!
Yu Xiaogang suddenly looked at Tang San, then at the mysterious youth, the color instantly draining from his face.
A guess he had deliberately ignored, yet was incredibly terrifying, surfaced.
Could it be...
Tang San couldn't listen to any words at this moment.
The words "spirit ring" and "Spirit Bone"—he didn't even have time to think about them carefully. He only knew that the man in front of him had stolen his Xiao Wu!
He wanted to leave!
He wanted to disappear from his sight with the secret about Xiao Wu!
No way!
Absolutely not!
The logic in Tang San's eyes was completely swallowed by madness.
Kill him!
As long as he killed him, he could find Xiao Wu's whereabouts!
He could see that the other party didn't take him seriously at all; words had lost their effect.
Then he would use the Tang Sect's way to solve it!
A young man around twenty years old, how high could his spirit power be? A Spirit Ancestor? Or a Spirit King?
He had the Mysterious Heaven Skill, the Purple Demon Eye, the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and even more so, Tang Sect Hidden Weapons coated in deadly poison!
Even a Spirit Emperor, caught off guard, would have to die on the spot!
The thoughts flashed through his mind in a split second.