Sixty seconds ago.
"I still have the strength to strike with a knife."
As Yi Lin, entangled by various tentacles, was dodging them, a message vibrated against his chest.
It was Oda Mai.
She was close by, yet she chose to send a private message to Yi Lin, clearly not wanting Mutou Yi Lin to overhear.
"Stop messing around."
Yi Lin didn't look towards Oda Mai. Outwardly, he pretended he wasn't using the opportunity for a private chat, while on the other hand, he switched to a voice call with the reverse of his hand.
Oda Mai was on the ground.
Yi Lin and Mutou Yi Lin, at the edge of their battlefield, the gusts leaking out had traced lines on Oda Mai.
She lowered her head:
"My 'Sakura Dance Ichimonji' can suppress those things above."
"But if anything goes wrong, you'll die."
"If you die, we all die."
Oda Mai said this with resolve.
"..."
Upon hearing this, Yi Lin fell silent.
Oda Mai had seen through him.
What others saw was only Yi Lin's bravery.
