Time… like grains of sand, flowed slowly by. Banruo Guidao leisurely piled up the corpses of the Huami elves around him, stacking them into mountains of corpses.

Meanwhile, Luke, pierced by six flying knives, was gradually losing feeling in his body.

The icy chill swept through his entire being, the numb anesthesia feeling like the people of the world, who could never be awakened by sincerity and kindness.

Banruo Guidao, while stacking the corpses of the Huami elves, said, "Don't be nervous… when your blood runs dry, that will be your time to sleep."

"Of course… if you want to die slower, you can kneel down and beg me. Perhaps I'll show some mercy and let you live a little longer."

Luke weakly groaned, "You want me to kneel before you?... Heh... Don't even think about it."

"After you fall asleep, all I need is a sharp knife, and you'll be free forever."

Drip… drip… the drops of scarlet blood slipped down, like endless strings of sorrow.

"Am... am I really going to die? Am... am I really going to die?"

"But... I'm not willing... I haven't confessed to A Xue yet, haven't told her loudly that I like her."

"The kind of like that is... like drowning in the deep sea, suffocating me so I can't escape."

"Ugh… I can't feel anything anymore… it seems… I really have come to the end of the road…"

Blurred vision, burdened shoulders. Bleeding and staggering steps, regrets fading away.

Banruo Guidao, seeing that it was almost time to finish Luke off, was surprised to see Tu Mi (double-flowered raspberry) mist appearing out of nowhere.

Gradually… the floral mist filled and enveloped the surroundings. The hazy fog made it impossible to see even the face of someone standing right in front of you.

Banruo Guidao, wary of a trap, quickly found a place where he could lean his back against a wall, ensuring that he wouldn't be ambushed from behind.

When the thick fog gradually dissipated, Luke had disappeared without a trace.

"Damn it! He actually got away!"

…

It turned out that the one who saved Luke was Feng Lei.

While he was carrying Ye Cang and running aimlessly, he stumbled upon a group of Banruo clan underlings transporting a group of Huami elves in a vehicle. They were planning to take them back to their organization, cut them open, and turn them into delicacies.

By chance… Feng Lei happened to witness it and rescued the Huami.

This included Little Goldfish and the Huami clan leader.

After settling the elves and Ye Cang, Feng Lei was very worried about Luke.

So, he and Little Goldfish returned together…

Coincidentally, Luke was on the verge of death at that time.

Fortunately… Feng Lei's intuition was extremely sharp. He knew that Luke might not be a match for Banruo Guidao.

Sure enough… Luke was still careless in the end.

He was ambushed by the cunning Banruo Guidao and nearly lost his life in the Depraved Dharma World.

Half a month later, Ye Cang and Luke's injuries had basically recovered.

Since they were in the Depraved Dharma spacetime, the medical level was not as good as a healing pod. This also indirectly led to Ye Cang's strength only recovering to 70%, while Luke barely approached 80%.

During this time of recuperation, the three of them deeply realized that their current strength was simply not enough to defeat the Banruo clan, especially the leader-level experts.

Even a chef who only cut meat and drained blood in the kitchen was so strong. How could their leader be any weaker?

After learning about the fact that Luke had taken six knives and still stood strong, Ye Cang couldn't help but dwell on it every time he thought about it.

"If my defense wasn't so weak… perhaps Luke wouldn't have been stabbed six times."

"It's all my fault for holding them back, which led to this… current predicament."

Late at night… Ye Cang sneaked out quietly while everyone was asleep.

Then he lurked in Banruo Guidao's base camp – Banruo Shiwu (Banruo Food Flavor).

In order to fight Banruo Guidao to the death, Ye Cang lay hidden among the piles of white bones for two whole days and nights.

Finally… on the morning of the third day, Banruo Guidao went out, giving Ye Cang a chance.

After Banruo Guidao left the base camp for about a few miles, Ye Cang finally attacked and fought him.

Whoosh! A pure white flame, with a golden halo of energy embedded in its outer edge, smashed towards Banruo Guidao.

A cold light flashed, and a short blade was unsheathed.

Swish!

Ye Cang's light flame was instantly cut apart by Banruo Guidao.

"Oh ho… you're not dead yet. It seems… you've come to seek revenge today…"

Ye Cang didn't say a word. A pure white flame burst open, and the outer ring of the flame, embedded with the power of the sun, glittered with gold, its energy piercing the sky.

Whoosh!

Ye Cang unleashed a hand blade, and the pure white flame suddenly drew a crescent moon blade, slashing towards Banruo Guidao.

Banruo Guidao smiled contemptuously, "Tch… you want to compare swordsmanship with me? You're not worthy!"

Swish!

Banruo Guidao lightly swiped the short blade in his hand, and Ye Cang's light flame was split apart again.

Immediately afterwards… Ye Cang's arms turned into blades, infinitely slashing light moons, attacking Banruo Guidao.

When it came to speed, Ye Cang was better.

When it came to the hit rate of swordsmanship, Banruo Guidao was definitely top-tier.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh…

The light flames that Ye Cang's hand blades drew became more and more numerous.

Although Banruo Guidao was able to accurately hit the light flames that Ye Cang swung out, this frequent and continuous attack…

Obviously, it was very difficult for Banruo Guidao to fight against it.