Chapter 912 - 735: Kill the Enemy, Kill the Friend Too?!

Chapter 912: Chapter 735: Kill the Enemy, Kill the Friend Too?!

Round two, the mask completely shattered, and Raven was on the verge of death.

"Wow! The mask broke!"

Hong Ya let out a cry, rose on her tiptoes, trying hard to see more clearly, then pouted her little mouth and commented,

"Doesn’t look like a good guy anyway!"

Raven’s whole body convulsed violently, blood mixed with foam kept gushing from his mouth, and he could no longer get up.

He felt at least half the bones in his body had been broken, his meridians snapped inch by inch, his internal organs were severely displaced or even ruptured, and the backlash of the Nine Yin Scripture’s inner force was like a rasp crazily stirring and cutting through every inch of flesh inside him.

He didn’t even have the strength to lift a finger; his vision began to blur, his ears buzzed, and with only the last bit of vague perception, he could sense Li Bashan stepping toward him one step at a time.

In fact, to take two palms head-on from Li Bashan and not die on the spot, with his body not directly torn into four pieces, was already enough for Raven to be proud.

Unfortunately, he had run into an utterly overpowered existence in Zone 9.

A huge shadow completely shrouded his broken body.

Li Bashan lowered his head, switched from a slap to a grab, flipped his palm over, and slowly used his five fingers to clamp down over Raven’s entire Skull.

The five fingers slowly tightened.

"Crrrk— crk-crk—"

The grinding sound of a skull being squeezed under tremendous force rang out clearly.

Raven felt his eyeballs were about to be squeezed out of their sockets, his vision turning blood-red and blurry, and the pressure inside his skull shot up sharply.

I’m going to die... just die here for no reason like this? Die at the hands of these two completely unreasonable bastards?

No! I can’t die! I still have...

At the very last moment before his consciousness was completely swallowed by darkness, Raven suddenly used the last breath in his chest and let out a hoarse roar:

"Wait!!! I... I once saved Feng Mu’s little sister!!!"

Hong Ya cried anxiously, "Senior Brother!"

The five fingers that had been closing in like an iron vise suddenly paused, then loosened just a little.

Raven managed to suck in a breath of icy air, then collapsed softly onto the cold ground with a "thump," kicking up a bit of dust.

He didn’t even have the strength to cough; only the faint rise and fall of his chest proved he still had a thread of life left.

Hong Ya walked over quickly, but she was very wary, half-squatting at the side and slightly behind Li Bashan’s body, ensuring she was within an absolutely safe range.

She knew she was no match for Raven, so she would never give him any chance to seize her as a hostage.

Even if he now looked pretty much indistinguishable from a corpse.

She stuck out her little head, her big dark eyes fixed on Raven, who was on the verge of death on the ground, and asked suspiciously:

"You’re not lying? You really saved Little Junior Brother’s sister?"

Raven painfully coughed up a mouthful of dark blood, his breath weak, speaking in broken phrases:

"It’s true, Feng Mu’s sister, her name is Feng Yuhuai... right?

I saved her life once... I’m here today as well to protect Feng Mu from the shadows, everything I’m saying is true... I’m not your enemy... we should be... friends..."

Hong Ya’s expression changed slightly, her little brows knitting tightly.

She tilted her head, carefully examining Raven’s face, as if trying to find traces of a lie there.

The suspicion in her eyes seemed to ease a little, replaced by a faint... hesitation and belief?

Her eyeballs began to whirl around, her little head working at high speed.

She lifted her head and looked at her master, wanting some hint or confirmation.

However, Li Bashan’s face remained as calm as an undisturbed ancient well, his gaze not changing in the slightest.

Hong Ya knew very well that Senior Brother wasn’t being calm—his head was simply empty.

Senior Brother didn’t care whether the other side was telling the truth or not, nor whether that person was Little Junior Brother’s friend.

Senior Brother was too lazy to waste brainpower on sorting out such complicated things; he just listened to her.

If she said hit, he’d hit; if she said stop, he’d stop.

Senior Brother always listened to her—except when it came to the division of drumsticks, where he showed an unquestionable stubbornness of his own.

Hong Ya’s fingers unconsciously twirled a lock of hair hanging down to her chest, and she began to mutter rapidly in her heart, her little face scrunched into a ball:

"This is bad, this is bad, did we really beat the wrong person? We’ve beaten Little Junior Brother’s friend half to death... What do we do now? Will Little Junior Brother be mad if he finds out?"

A hint of annoyance and conflict showed on her little face.

"Mm... since that’s the case, how about... we just kill him outright? He’s already almost dead anyway, Senior Brother can just give him a light finishing tap.

That way, in case he survives, he won’t go running to Little Junior Brother to tattle on me..."

As this thought arose, the faint cold killing intent that had just faded from Hong Ya’s eyes as she looked at Raven reappeared, even colder than before, and even more... justified.

Raven lay sprawled on the ground, looking at Hong Ya full of hope, waiting for the turnaround that his "friend" status might bring.

He forced his heavy eyelids open, just in time to catch that flash of icy killing intent in Hong Ya’s innocent, childlike eyes!

What the hell?!

Why... why is it that after I said I was a "friend," the killing intent in her eyes actually... got stronger?!

Is it an illusion? It has to be because my injuries are too severe, I’ve lost too much blood, and I’m hallucinating, right?!

Enemies must die, and friends must die too?! There’s absolutely no such logic in this world... right?!

My heart... is so tired...!!!

Watching Hong Ya seriously pondering whether to save or kill him, Raven felt a wave of exhaustion—mixed with absurdity, despair, and deep, powerless fatigue—wash over him like an icy tide, completely drowning his last shred of consciousness.