Corpse Recovery Diver

Li Zhiyuan took a piece of paper out of his pocket, tore it in half, folded one half, and used it to stop his nosebleed.

His practical energy expenditure tonight was not too great, it could be said to be quite low.

Controlling the ceramic dolls underground was not difficult, since Xu Yijin's mastery over them was not deep. Moreover, there were many of them, but compared to the generals or spirit children he had controlled before, they were not on the same level.

As for controlling this Array, to outsiders it might seem unfathomable, but to Li Zhiyuan it was just routine operation.

After the battle started, Xu Yijin was completely focused on the battlefield and didn't pay attention to what was happening underground, or rather, she didn't believe that the Array she had already set up would undergo any changes.

Li Zhiyuan did only these two things throughout the whole process.

If one must nitpick further, it was merely focusing some energy on observing and controlling the battlefield, but these were insignificant.

While practical energy expenditure wasn't high, the total consumption was enormous, because most of it was wasted on the warm-up.

Like a tractor, revving all the time but not actually moving much distance.

This is the downside of a numerical overflow.

Exposing every trump card, including oneself, immediately — if you win, inevitably there's extravagance and waste.

But facing an opponent like Xu Yijin, with the ultimate goal of killing her, there's no holding back.

Sometimes, focusing on minor details leads to major losses.

The four corpses trapped by Tan Wenbin all collapsed after Xu Yijin's death.

"Phew..."

Tan Wenbin stood up, crossed his arms, blocking two dolls who were singing nursery rhymes enthusiastically.

The two kids were very obedient and, once Tan Wenbin withdrew his hands, they each covered their mouths, looked at each other, and fell silent.

They also understood the substantial trouble they had previously caused their godfather due to overeating, including this time, although they only came out to play a little, their godfather would soon fall into a coma again.

Tan Wenbin also understood this, so he had to take advantage of the remaining time he had with his Ghost Control Skill to try to help Brother Xiao Yuan finish up the work.

The first thing he had to do was...

"Pop!"

A can of Jianlibao was opened and offered to Li Zhiyuan.

Li Zhiyuan took it, drank as he walked forward.

Run Sheng knelt on one knee, supporting himself with the Yellow River Shovel.

Run Sheng was not satisfied with his performance; opening all his energy gates was his signature move but hadn't achieved the desired effect.

In his vision, he should've had the chance to kill Xu Yijin as soon as he made his move, but unfortunately, Xu Yijin wasn't cooperating.

Li Zhiyuan patted Run Sheng's shoulder: "Brother Runsheng, you've already done very well."

At the start of the fight, Li Zhiyuan had regretted slightly that Run Sheng didn't know some skills, but this regret was limited to that moment.

The truth was, for Run Sheng to develop his physique to this extent step by step wasn't due to "singularity," but his harsh and distorted exclusivity doomed him to follow this path, and getting this far was extremely difficult.

Without Run Sheng's relentless assault on the front line forcing Xu Yijin to avoid direct confrontation, there wouldn't have been subsequent battlefield compression and ultimately her death.

That night, Xu Yijin killed those four people on the second floor with ease, proving she had many techniques to deal with opponents, but these skills had no place in the face of Run Sheng's use of force to break finesse.

Combat isn't sparring; the latter stops at a point, giving everyone the chance to showcase various skills one by one, while the former... goes straight for your life.

Little Yuan had comforted him, and Run Sheng smiled.

Although he still felt guilty inside and unsatisfied with himself, he knew he couldn't let Xiao Yuan keep comforting him, as every word of consolation from Xiao Yuan pressed down his inner anguish.

Tan Wenbin walked to Run Sheng and asked him: "Can you still walk?"

Run Sheng shook his head.

Initially, he could've charged a couple more times, but now that he's stopped, his body has cooled down, and he's close to physical paralysis and unconsciousness.

"Then put down that shovel and lie down for a while."

Tan Wenbin took the Yellow River Shovel from Run Sheng's hand, and Run Sheng, losing support, fell back onto the ground, just in time to see the stars in the night sky.

He felt for the first time that Lijiang's starry sky was undeniably different from Nantong's; here, the stars were closer and brighter.

Tan Wenbin retrieved all the Yellow River Shovels from his companions and instructed his two godsons to manipulate the shovels and start digging.

Fortunately, Brother Pang Jin's guesthouse was in the countryside, with sparse neighboring residences, so there were no people around at night, otherwise it'd be shocking for anyone to see several shovels floating in the air digging the earth, like witnessing a ghost.

Li Zhiyuan walked to the White Crane Child.

Yes, it was still the White Crane Child.

Even though the work was done, the Child hadn't left yet.

The Child was in great pain; whoever had so many needles stuck in them would feel uncomfortable.

Yet the Child persevered and didn't leave.

Especially after seeing the young man clean up his nosebleed and start walking over here, and he patted Run Sheng's shoulder consolingly midway, the Child decided:

No matter how painful, I have to hold on until I've received the award and shaken hands with the leader!

Among the deities in the Official General Head Temple, the Child ranks last, becoming the first summon target every new Divination Child attempts… the influence of power here isn't actually the main factor.