Unsurprisingly, even the most serious Isaac almost lost his composure after hearing such a comment.
After joking around for a while, the two returned to the ring together.
Just as Yun Wei had predicted, although the four swords battle agreement was settled and Bili City had achieved the final victory, the black-robed figures from the abyss would not give up so easily.
On the arena, the four family heads and the four men in black robes were exchanging witty remarks.
Xie Mulang, who was standing below the stage, happened to see the two of them coming over. He quickly strode forward and first gave Yun Wei a strange look, which made Yun Wei feel a chill down his spine.
Almost instantly, a possibility came to mind.
Yun Wei: [You didn't do anything strange using my identity, did you?]
He immediately asked himself the question, while silently glaring at Isaac.
Isaac: [I don't think so, right?]
The tall knight felt inexplicably guilty and simply touched his nose.
Hugging is such an intimate gesture; his son should only do it with him. Thinking of this, the expression on his face became self-righteous again.
That wagging-tail-and-shaking manner left Yun Wei speechless.
So Yun Wei asked Xie Mulang, "Brother Xie, now that Bili has won, what reason do these black-robed men have to stay?"
Xie Mulang frowned, but replied, "They have been scheming for so long, and they are determined to get Bili... The elders have decided to try diplomacy first and then force, and they have already begun to arrange for the people to evacuate out of the city."
By this time, it was completely dark, and torches had been placed around the square, illuminating the area as brightly as day.
In the flickering firelight, Yun Wei could vaguely hear the bustling noise below the city, just like any other day.
If Xie Mulang hadn't told him, he would never have imagined that those people would be wandering around on New Year's Eve.
He frowned, but his gaze swept across the square and landed on the other side of the arena.
There, the other eight men in black robes stood silently below the stage, their figures menacing, casting long shadows on the square ground in the firelight.
Thanks to the necromancer's excellent night vision, he could clearly see the torn collar of a black-robed man's clothes.
There was a deep sword wound on the opponent's exposed sternum. If it were an ordinary person, they would undoubtedly die from such a sword wound...
Wait a moment.
If it were an ordinary living person, of course they wouldn't survive.
But what if the other person isn't alive?
Upon considering this possibility, Yun Wei asked Isaac, "Isaac, was the sword wound inflicted by the second man in black robes from the left over there?"
Isaac: "..."
Isaac: [It's me, that's right. But by asking that, aren't you giving yourself away?]
Yun Wei was just about to quietly unleash his mental power when he heard this, and didn't react for a moment.
It wasn't until he looked at Isaac and saw the other wink at him that he realized his oversight.
Unwittingly, he revealed that Isaac had impersonated him in the fourth game.
Xie Mulang, who was also a martial artist, had excellent hearing and was standing beside him at this moment.
Yun Wei hurriedly looked at the other person, but unexpectedly discovered a strange expression on their face.
Compared to the previous scrutiny, the other party now showed more relief after finally getting an answer.
Seeing that he was looking over, Xie Mulang immediately clasped his hands in a fist and said in a deep voice, "Brother Yun, rest assured, I will keep my mouth shut."
Xie Mulang was not a pedantic person to begin with, especially since the man in black robes had drugged him first.
To talk about winning unfairly in such a life-or-death struggle is truly courting disaster.
Seeing this, Yun Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Since that's the case, Isaac simply spoke up, saying in a voice loud enough for all three of them to hear, "So, Cloud, have you discovered something?"
“Hmm. I wasn’t there just now, but now I’m pretty sure that the eight bodies below the arena…” At this point, Yun Wei changed his words, “I mean, the eight black-robed figures standing opposite are probably all corpses.”
Hearing this, Isaac suddenly understood and nodded, saying, "No wonder, that explains it. I thought my swordsmanship had deteriorated, otherwise how could I have made a mistake?"
The two people's tone was so calm that Xie Mulang, who had finally managed to unravel the mystery, was terrified.
He couldn't help but recall many legends about necromancers.
But Yun Wei had no time to spare.
At this moment, his brain continued to operate at high speed, which made him thirsty and even wanted to replenish some sugar.
Logically speaking, they shouldn't be so incapable of distinguishing whether the other person is dead or alive.
But that is indeed the current situation.
Although the eight men in black robes were dead, their breathing, heartbeats, and vitality were just like those of ordinary living people.
It's somewhat similar to the little bird that Richard resurrected outside the Alchemy City using a forbidden spell.
If Yun Wei hadn't accidentally seen the wounds on the other person's body and analyzed the situation rationally, everyone would probably still be in the dark.
But Yun Wei didn't feel particularly relaxed.
Because from another perspective, all of this only illustrates one thing:
Since the eight people below the stage are all corpses, then the four black-robed figures standing on the stage, full of life, must all be Apostles of the Abyss.
His only battle with the Abyss Apostles was in the dungeon more than half a year ago.
At that time, he was only facing one of the opponent's clones, and he won with great difficulty.
The undeniable reality is that any apostle who can break through the barriers of space to arrive in the Continent of Elements must be at the peak of strength permitted by the rules of the Continent of Elements.
Yun Wei quietly furrowed his brows, spreading his invisible spiritual power along the dark night, carefully searching for clues among the eight corpses and four apostles.
Sure enough, he noticed something was wrong shortly afterward.
Similar to the connection between the Corpse Puppet Mage and the Blood Puppet, he also found the thread representing the connection in the invisible space, only it was more subtle and condensed than that of the Corpse Puppet Mage.
They are also more sensitive.
To avoid alerting the enemy, Yun Wei silently withdrew his mental energy.
He looked up and whispered his discovery to Isaac and Xie Mulang.
This time, he quietly manipulated the arrangement of the wind elements around him, no longer worrying that his voice would be overheard by unrelated people.
Upon hearing this, Isaac cracked his knuckles, looked at Xie Mulang, and said, "I can at least handle one of them."
Xie Mulang nodded and said, "Same."
Yun Wei himself was confident that he could handle one.
However, even so, there is still one Abyss Apostle left that no one can deal with.
The three of them looked at each other, feeling that the situation was rather tricky.
The three of them couldn't even imagine what kind of monstrous waves a high-level, level seven non-human monster could stir up in a city mainly composed of ordinary civilians.
Seeing Yun Wei's somber expression, Isaac licked his lower lip and said in a deep voice, "Hey, maybe I can..."
Despite the incredibly difficult battle looming before him, the tall knight was unusually excited.
If he doesn't have to worry about the damage caused by his power, he should be able to hold off the two Abyss Apostles.
Yun Wei understood Isaac's meaning. There was no better way at the moment, and he was prepared to strike first.
But I wonder how the people in the Nine Heavens are doing with their evacuation?
However, at that moment, another unexpected event occurred on the other side of the arena.
The Huo family patriarch staggered to the edge of the arena, pointed at a black-robed figure standing calmly below, and demanded in a stern voice, "Miao... Miaoyuan? Is that you? Is it you?"
His voice was extremely shrill, like a wailing ghost crying in the middle of the night, making everyone's scalp tingle and their hearts tremble.
In the empty square, his voice carried far and wide, and the echoes from all directions caused the torches around him to flicker, illuminating only the swaying shadows of the people below the stage.
"It's you..."
"It's you..."
The echo was loud and clear, like the mournful sighs of a ghost in the netherworld.
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