Han Yu naturally knew the drawbacks, so his eyes flickered as he looked over at the old Daoist.
The old Daoist immediately felt a sense of ill intent plotting against him.
"What do you want?"
Han Yu showed no trace of politeness, directly grinning as he spoke.
"I remember you could handle many moves against Meng Yun."
Ha ha!
The old Daoist sneered inwardly, thinking Han Yu was putting it mildly—it should be said he survived many moves from Meng Yun without being killed.
"Don't even think about it!"
He naturally knew Han Yu's intention and immediately refused without thinking.
He wanted to let him distract Meng Yun and then emerge from underground to sabotage the formation eye.
The idea was great.
But the old Daoist felt he hadn't lived enough yet.
The last time he faced Meng Yun, he was completely dominated, as Meng Yun's sea of blood was fully formed and unbeatable when combined.
If Han Yu hadn't intervened at that time, he probably would have been a goner.
