If that's really its intention, and no one else can descend afterward, then he can fill in, and Li can also fill in, and they can hold on until the end.

Zhao Yi was genuinely moved this time. Clearly, abandoning him would have been the most profitable and straightforward choice, but Li didn't do it.

Honestly speaking, if the roles were switched, Zhao Yi didn't think he could be as considerate as Li.

The situation at the front was relatively stable, so Zhao Yi took a moment to turn back and look at Li, thinking to give him a grateful smile.

Who would have thought that Li's eyelid was half-closed, standing there expressionless?

Hmm?

Something seemed a little off, Zhao Yi felt a slight unease in his heart.

But this wasn't the time to chit-chat, he could only focus back on the battlefield.

After a few more rounds of exchanges, anxiety appeared in Yin Meng's eyes, her stock... was running low.

Every time she used poison she had to mix it, the combinations were at her discretion, but the quantity had to be enough. If you asked her to throw out a deadly poison with just one or two poison containers, she had tried, but it just couldn't be done. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Tan Wenbin's state was also starting to decline, in order to save his energy and blood, he would hold back after one strike, then ignite himself again for the next strike. It was like he was driving his body as a car, using blood as fuel.

Zhao Yi was already prepared to replace Yin Meng, and as for Tan Wenbin, Li was supposed to replace him.

But before Yin Meng was exhausted, Li Zhiyuan at the back suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and his originally standing figure sank to one knee.

The others were all focused on the current battle and couldn't spare the attention, but Zhao Yi noticed this scene.

He knew Li was very, very tired, but based on his understanding of and confidence in Li, he shouldn't be unable to hold on so soon.

There might not be exact numbers or precise scales, but Li's style, he should have finally endured until the three within the Tomb Master's body left, everyone had exhausted themselves or fainted to the ground, before he popped open a can of Jianlibao with a "pop".

How come this time, you're not holding up first?

Liang Yan and Liang Li came over. Although they still had the strength to fight, joining the battle now would only cause more chaos.

One took out elixir pills, and the other took out a porcelain bottle, thinking about maintaining this young man's condition.

Li Zhiyuan ignored them, just maintained his current posture, staring ahead, watching the battle.

With the reliance on the Red Line, instructions were still being continuously issued.

But the young man's eyes were gradually losing their sparkle, he was still looking, but he lost focus.

Blood flowed from the young man's nose.

Those familiar with Li Zhiyuan knew that this was a sign of the young man entering an overdrawn state.

Nose bleeding was only the initial stage of overdrawing, it would be truly serious when the eyes started bleeding.

The Liang Sisters exchanged a glance, wanting to help in some way, but didn't dare make any random moves; even wiping his nosebleed, they feared it would obstruct the young man's sight and interrupt his thoughts.

But at this moment, the young man's condition was extremely critical, and the battle upfront determined Zhao Yi's life or death.

The two sisters exchanged another glance, understanding each other's decision, then sat down one on each side of Li Zhiyuan.

Both used sharp instruments to cut open their palms, first using the index fingers of their other hands to dip enough fresh blood, then palmed the ground with their bleeding hands. The blood-colored runes gathered into an array, like red earthworms, crawling up their bodies along their wrists, then circulating on their faces.

Subsequently, they raised their palms simultaneously towards the young man in the middle.

Their essence was extracted from within, dispersing in front of them, most of it just wasted away, with only a small portion available for the young man to absorb.

This was a highly inefficient magic technique, in practical terms, it really was just a drop in the bucket, but it was their only option.

Previously, they had already been heavily injured, and now further squeezing themselves, their originally fair skin gradually turned sallow and rough, and crow's feet appeared on their once youthful faces.

Though Jiang's merit could be used to compensate for life force, Tan Wenbin had often done life force math before, but if this wave couldn't successfully pass, it's open for discussion, and moreover... if Zhao Yi died, all their efforts would be in vain.

Honestly, if they were questioned closely, they probably wouldn't even know why they were doing this. Clearly, they often said they'd pack up their things and stop running Jiang and head home if need be, but their actions still actively sought benefits for that man.

Truly not wise, a bit foolish even, otherwise they wouldn't have been moved to action by the man sneaking over the family Array and climbing over the wall with just a few words.

It was very similar to when Tan Wenbin was in high school, the girl in their class with initially good grades but eventually ended up on the back of Huang Mao's bicycle outside of school.

Believing she had found true feelings, not realizing the price she truly paid.

Yin Meng's poison containers were used up, and she wasn't confident that the remaining bottles could be pieced together to form a lethal enough poison. Brother Xiao Yuan's voice echoed in her heart as she retreated without hesitation.

Zhao Yi turned back again for a glance behind him.

He had long noticed the movements behind the magic technique and had instantly guessed what the two sisters were doing, but he never turned back to look, this time he turned only because it was his turn to enter the fray and recalibrate the breath frequency with Li.

A side glance caught the sisters, both their black hair had started turning white, yet their lips still wore a smile.

If conditions permitted, Zhao Yi really wanted to point at them and laugh scoldingly: Fools, stop doing such self-indulgent things.