“We actually had a chance to kill the Weasel, but some pigheaded Argali protected the Weasel last round. Otherwise, the Weasel would already be dead. We could have won a great victory, but now we could only flee in disgrace, playing our flutes as we escaped.”
Bai Wuzhuang continued her sharp commentary, exposing a certain pig teammate’s blunder, her criticism aimed directly at Feng Shaoye.
Upon hearing this, Feng Shaoye’s face was full of shock, his expression dazed and drenched in cold sweat.
“We’ve already lost. Our numbers are equal to the Wolf Pack, but our fighting strength is far inferior. We’re out of options.” Bai Wuzhuang suddenly lost all her spirit, slumping down to the side in despair.
Seeing her like this, Chi Xue and Dong Huiting grew anxious, but they couldn’t speak, so they could only circle around Bai Wuzhuang worriedly.
Because this little trickster was the brains of their team—if even she gave up, what would the two of them, with no head for strategy, do?
“Dong Daren, sorry to let you down. I’ve got nothing left. You decide.” Bai Wuzhuang sobbed.
Next, it was Dong Huiting’s turn to speak.
Dong Huiting grabbed Bai Wuzhuang by the collar, hoisting her up, glaring at Bai Wuzhuang’s face.
Bai Wuzhuang’s face was pale, her expression flat and emotionless—she truly had fallen into despair.
“Useless! Giving up over such a minor setback? I knew you little trickster weren’t reliable.” Dong Huiting tossed Bai Wuzhuang aside with disappointment, her face full of anger.
Bai Wuzhuang staggered back several steps like a paper kite, speechless—unable to retort even if she wanted to.
“I don’t care what abilities you have, but next round, I’ll hunt you all down. Prepare to die!” Dong Huiting swept her gaze around, coldly declaring war on the Wolf Pack.
Yet everyone looked at her as if she was crazy—because everyone knew the Wolf Pack’s strength was overwhelming. Once the Sheep got caught, they’d be killed instantly.
Even though Dong Huiting’s Han Shuang Technique made all Qi Cultivators wary, compared to Immortal Power, it was insignificant.
But in that moment, Bai Wuzhuang’s eyes suddenly grew sharp as she quietly stared at Dong Huiting.
“!” Dong Huiting was shaken within—she instantly realized Bai Wuzhuang wasn’t actually in despair.
She was only pretending—she was acting for the Wolf Pack.
Feigning weakness to lure the enemy into revealing a flaw—this was a tactic.
But Dong Huiting was vexed by the strange tacit understanding between herself and this little trickster. Why did they have such uncanny rapport? She really didn’t want this kind of connection. It was annoying.
“If not for my identity having no offensive ability, that Sage would already be dead. I’m done.” Dong Huiting snorted coldly.
Though her mind was sharp, her acting was flawless—no cracks could be seen, not the slightest hint of anything amiss.
Even Sage Xun, who prided himself as a Military Adviser, couldn’t see through them. These two women could communicate silently just with their eyes and hearts.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never even met you.”
The next to speak was Prisoner Old Mo, who simply played dumb, his words perfunctory and careless.
However, he had quietly moved to stand beside Tuo Long and Sage Xun, signaling he’d switched sides and implicitly joined the Wolf Pack.
But it didn’t matter anymore—too many Sheep had already died.
The next person to speak was extremely important.
It was none other than the Unmatched Nine Dragons Junior Brother Tuolong, who had coasted through several rounds.
By now, most people had lost track of which round it was—because it was no longer important.
“That woman used Immortal Strike on Brother Mo, but it was blocked by the Argali Guardian on Brother Mo’s body. Brother Xun, I know you suspect her White Sheep identity is probably fake. I suspect it too—this Bai Mao Nü is very suspicious. But that woman has to be a Horned Sheep; otherwise, she couldn’t use Immortal Strike. If you don’t want to curse Bai Mao Nü or Dong, you can curse-kill the Horned Sheep.” Tuolong analyzed calmly.
He didn’t even bother to pretend anymore, which showed the Wolf Pack’s overwhelming advantage.
“Once we enter the next round, Brother Mo and I will regain our abilities. Brother Mo, you kill one, but leave this Bai Mao Nü to me. She killed my Maidservant—I must avenge her.” Tuolong wore a look of righteousness, brimming with the aura of one seeking vengeance for his companion.
This utterly infuriated Bai Wuzhuang!
But what was most infuriating was that she couldn’t refute him for now!
Because don’t forget—that Maidservant’s death was due to Junior Brother Tuolong’s unique cultivation technique, Flower Shift, for a last-minute swap. He switched in his own Maidservant to take the blow, and now he’s clamoring for revenge?
Such shamelessness left Bai Wuzhuang burning with rage.
They were already enemies—now the grudge piled on top of old grudges. She wanted nothing more than to dance on his family’s ancestral grave.
But deep down, Bai Wuzhuang was secretly delighted.
Because they had already fallen into her Ultimate Scheme.
“For the final Vote, I’ll listen to Brother Xun’s plan. In this phase, we must unite and follow Brother Xun’s lead. That’s all I have to say.”
After speaking, Junior Brother Tuolong straightened his collar with pride, very satisfied with his performance.
Next was the last Wolf’s speech.
“We three Wolves have three votes. Just vote to abstain and that’s it. There are only three left on the other side, so the result will be a tie. We’ll enter the Maze and kill another round—if we can’t finish them off, I’ll curse-kill a Horned Sheep next time. Either way, we’ll have the numbers.” Sage Xun adjusted his glasses and spoke rationally.
Once again—the Wolf Pack’s advantage was too great. They didn’t need to hide anymore; they might as well share intelligence openly.
With Sage Xun done speaking, it was finally the seventh and last person’s turn.
“What are you saying, you idiot? Can’t you count? Even if I protected the wrong person, we Sheep still have four, and you have only three. How can your votes outnumber ours? That criminal was still arguing with Qing Shaofei last round—who could have guessed he’s also a Wolf? Who could have figured it out? But I can redeem myself…”
Feng Shaoye immediately launched into a ramble, his voice anxious, his words flustered and somewhat incoherent.
Bai Wuzhuang’s trio watched him coldly, not considering him one of their own.
Prisoner Old Mo also looked confused, scratching his head. Indeed, the Wolf Pack was short by one; if the Sheep tried to force a vote, they could potentially break through—it wasn’t a guaranteed win.
Junior Brother Tuolong just wanted to laugh at this.
Sage Xun sneered as well, removing his glasses to wipe the lenses.
“Stop faking it! Let’s all vote this pigheaded Military Adviser out together… I… cough cough cough… blegh…”
In the middle of his speech, Feng Shaoye suddenly spat black blood, strange dark runes appearing on his skin.
His whole body convulsed violently as he collapsed to the ground, writhing like an insect until he died in agony.
Not a single trace of sympathy could be found in anyone’s eyes.
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