The sage was determined to die.

After a loud buzzing sound, the old tortoise's entire body turned charred black. With a thud, it clumsily fell to the ground, and only then did two streams of charred hot air slowly exhale from its nostrils.

Its shape is very similar to a pile of charred charcoal.

Ji Ying was already quite far away at this point, and upon seeing this scene, he simply shook his head slightly.

His masked face revealed no superfluous expression as he gently tossed a black stone in his hand, watching the turtle's every move without blinking.

As it turned out, this guy was much more durable than he had imagined.

The old tortoise, which had been lying on the ground on the verge of death, suddenly trembled slightly as if having a nervous spasm, stirring up a lot of dust.

Ji Ying did not hesitate at all, and accurately threw the stone in her hand at the other party.

The next second, with a crackling sound, the stench of burning wafted out again.

Ji Ying looked at the charred, unidentified object in front of her and couldn't help but click her tongue softly.

"Not dead yet?"

……

"Achoo!"

For some reason, Gongsun Yang felt a chill behind him. When he turned around, he found Ji Bai staring at him in a sinister manner.

In fact, he had had this feeling for quite some time.

He didn't tell anyone, keeping it very well hidden, especially from Ji Bai.

Gongsun Yang silently breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, ever since he obtained Wenxin, he always felt that there was an extra layer of connection between him and Ji Bai.

This mysterious connection was like an extremely thin, transparent thread binding them together. The feeling was so subtle that he could hardly muster any desire to harm Ji Bai.

Although he hadn't originally intended to do so, the feeling he had now was quite peculiar, and he could hardly muster any intention to harm Ji Bai.

The cautious Gongsun Yang obviously couldn't discuss this matter with anyone and could only bury it in his heart.

"Could this kid sense something too?" Ji Bai wondered to himself, but his face remained thoughtful.

Like Gongsun Yang, he was also unable to express his thoughts, but he didn't need to.

Thinking of this, Ji Bai called out to the two of them, "Wait a minute."

The two were already moving very slowly, and upon hearing this, they immediately stopped and looked at Ji Bai with a puzzled expression.

Ji Bai looked at Yan Ming and asked, "Have you tried forcibly dissolving the Wenxin fragments?"

Upon hearing Ji Bai's words, Yan Ming almost instantly recalled the tragic state of Gongsun Yang's attack.

He stammered slightly, "W-why do you have to hate me so much?"

"Hate?" Ji Bai shook his head and said, "Didn't you want to level up?"

As he spoke, he took out a fragment and placed it in his palm, just like a soldier leading the charge. Soon, he put the fragment into his palm, and a little blood seeped out from his palm. Ji Bai's forehead was sweating, and he looked like he was enduring pain.

Yan Ming hadn't expected this kid to come so suddenly, and immediately swallowed hard, asking, "Will it work?"

Ji Bai, who hadn't expected the other party to care about him, shook his head slightly: "Not much, maybe because I'm too strong."

Yan Ming, who knew the other party would say that, was speechless.

Under Ji Bai's threatening and enticing gaze, Yan Ming had no choice but to take out a fragment and place it in his palm. He thought it would have no effect like before, but to his surprise...

"Ouch—it hurts! It hurts so much!!"