Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1140 - 207:

The scholar and the big guy were fighting fiercely, at first some corpses foolishly wandered into their battle area, getting crushed in the process. Now, they actively avoided the zone of conflict between those two.

As for Yu Miaomiao, she had become a relatively soft target, because there could only be this many gathered near the high tower. The subsequent corpses couldn't squeeze in, so they began to actively swarm towards her.

The small corner she thought she could keep to herself unexpectedly became one of the most perilous places on the entire platform, comparable to the tower entrance.

"Meow!"

Even though her claws were still sharp, Yu Miaomiao found it increasingly difficult to kill these corpses in front of her.

Some corpses had grown long nails, others had pus oozing from their bodies, and their aggressiveness had significantly increased.

Zhao Yi waved his arms frantically towards Yu Miaomiao's direction, urgently shouting: "Meow! Meow! Meow!"

Just then, a deep voice inexplicably sounded in Zhao Yi's ear:

"Help me with a task, and I'll give you a twenty percent share."

Zhao Yi's gaze focused, and he quickly asked in his mind, "Who are you?"

"You should be able to guess who I am. That young man is currently sitting across from me, playing chess."

"Twenty percent of what? The opportunity here?"

"Yes. Help me with my task, and you'll live, gain luck, and ride out this crisis. If you're willing to concede in your second attempt, I can grant you respect in my Heavenly Kingdom."

"What if I refuse?"

"This young man is willing to die here for this calamity. Are you willing to die?"

"Of course, I want to live."

"Then you should know what you need to do."

"I went up to the eleventh floor, but I didn't see the twelfth floor."

"The staircase to the top fell long ago."

Zhao Yi nodded silently.

Just then, Yu Miaomiao was fighting her way towards them, seeking refuge.

With a hint of amusement, Zhao Yi mused: It seems you've heard his voice too.

"She's here."

Run Sheng stood up, gripping a shovel.

Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng watched Yu Miaomiao drawing closer with wary eyes.

Zhao Yi: "We are both castaways in this world; at moments like this, an extra hand means extra strength."

With that, Zhao Yi proactively opened a corner of the Defensive Array and led Yu Miaomiao inside.

Yu Miaomiao was injured, though not seriously, but had multiple wounds all caused by those corpses scratching at her.

Upon entering, she lay on the ground to catch her breath and recover, showing signs of exhaustion.

Tan Wenbin furrowed his brow, questioning, "Can you breathe with a dead body?

Zhao Yi said to Yu Miaomiao, "Rest up well. When the Array breaks, you'll need to contribute, don't forget we're in this together."

Yu Miaomiao nodded upon hearing this.

In the distance, the duel between the scholar and the big guy intensified.

The scholar now bore several dents and no longer had his previous graceful demeanor.

The big guy wasn't in a better state either, his originally sack-like body was now hit repeatedly, and chunks of torn flesh protruded out like cotton from a broken coat.

...

At the base of the tower.

In the Walking Yin state, Li Zhiyuan's figure had faded considerably.

This wasn't a facade, it was his current true state.

Although he commanded the scholar to battle evenly with the big guy outside, repeated head-on clashes and the further weakening force of high tower rules had increasingly caused the threads on the scholar's body to snap.

Like a puppet with fewer strings, maneuvering it to appear lively would demand more from the puppeteer.

Black-robed man: "Do you want to keep holding on?"

Li Zhiyuan: "See if I give out first or if this high tower collapses first."

In the tower, the eleventh floor was empty, but from the second to the tenth floor, all the Xuanmen dead within had stood, starting to mindlessly slam against the tower walls.

They were alarmingly close to losing control.

The high tower was full of stark cracks.

Black-robed man: "It really makes no sense to keep dragging this on."

Li Zhiyuan: "You should know, I'm unpersuadable by you."

Black-robed man: "Indeed, so I've opted to convince others."

Li Zhiyuan's body shivered, the chess piece in his hand dropped to the ground, and his already faded silhouette dimmed even more.

"What happened? Why all of a sudden?"

The black-robed man observed this scene smiling: "I can understand your persistence. Perhaps that's what's different about someone destined to be Dragon King.

But it's a pity, each generation only has one Dragon King.

So, not everyone shares this conviction, nor willing to sacrifice their lives for it."

...

The boy standing on the threshold began to have a nosebleed.

"Brother Xiao Yuan?" Tan Wenbin took out a paper ball from his pocket.

"The Array is about to be breached, guard it here." Zhao Yi took the paper ball, "I'll go help him."

After stopping the boy's nosebleed, Zhao Yi said to Li Zhiyuan standing before him:

"Looks like you're tired, let me lend you a hand!"

Zhao Yi placed his fingertip between the boy's brows.

The others watching thought Zhao Yi was about to lend his brain to Brother Xiao Yuan like he did at the education bureau before.

But unexpectedly, as Zhao Yi's fingers touched, pain surfaced on Li Zhiyuan's face, and blood tears flowed from his eyes.

Meanwhile far off, the scholar and the big guy who had just exchanged blows separated, the wordless book fell to the ground, the scholar hung his arms down, stood still with head bowed and eyes closed.

Zhao Yi began laughing loudly: "Hahaha, Li, you always said I dare not gamble for fear of losing, indeed, I'm scared of losing because I only want to survive!"