Sizzle—sizzle—
Long Yuqiong, covered in injuries, squatted by the shore, flicked the lighter's flint, lit a cigar, and took a deep drag. The smoke, filled with griffon spices, filled his lungs, granting him a Sobering buff while temporarily easing the pressure on his heart.
"Alright."
Long Yuqiong rubbed his forehead and looked at Yutianxiao, who was supporting himself with a cane:
"Even though we've had some issues in the past, I think it's time to drop our guard. Can't you see our current situation?"
"What situation? Of course I know."
Yutianxiao leaned on his magic wand, not out of desire to garner sympathy, but entirely because of the necrosis spreading from his left ankle to his knee. The dark maggots voraciously devoured the decaying flesh, rapidly regenerating every second.
"You're crippled, I'm lame, Night is a burden, lost all equipment, no potions left, team scattered, no one online, if you ask me, we're doomed sooner or later."
