Watching more and more “Ants” on the plaza begin touching the ground, Yan Zhichun felt a chill run down her spine.

They hadn’t lost all their senses—they still had their sense of touch and their reason.

Now all the “Ants” seemed to want to figure out what was happening. After all, it was already past the time when they should have gone out to work, yet still no one had opened the door for them. So they could only touch the ground to perceive the nearby situation.

Yan Zhichun felt that for these “Ants,” even if pieces of corpses fell onto their bodies, they would only think another “Ant” had accidentally touched them. Perhaps the “Ants” had an established custom to avoid this kind of situation, which was why they scattered to various corners of the plaza—just to avoid touching each other and causing panic.

Taking advantage of Heavenly-Ox’s disappearance, Yan Zhichun held that strange strand of hair and, following its guidance, quickly walked to that “Ant’s” side and crouched beside him.

Judging purely by appearance, Yan Zhichun couldn’t see any difference between this “Ant” and the others. They all had snow-white skin, no facial features, and no hair. At this moment, he was also crouching on the ground with both hands separated, touching the ground at a strange outward angle.

Yan Zhichun made a snap decision and stepped forward to pat him.

He was clearly startled and turned those hollowed eye sockets to “look” at Yan Zhichun. He was a bit confused, and Yan Zhichun was also a bit confused.

Because Yan Zhichun had no idea how to communicate with this thing.

The “Ant” decisively stopped touching the ground and instead reached out his dirty hands toward Yan Zhichun’s direction.

Though Yan Zhichun’s hair stood on end a bit, she didn’t rush to retreat. But gradually she discovered that the direction his hands were reaching seemed to be toward her eyeballs. With no way to avoid it, she could only reach out and grab his wrists.

In that instant, Yan Zhichun felt as if she had grasped two ice sticks, while the “Ant” also seemed to have been scalded, his entire body trembling slightly.

The two stood dazed for a few seconds. The “Ant” hurriedly clasped his hands back and used tremendous force to pull Yan Zhichun’s palm before him. Then, using his fractured arm to drive his wrist, he crookedly wrote a character in the center of Yan Zhichun’s palm—

“Who?”

Yan Zhichun knew the “Ants” possessed reason, but she never imagined their thinking could be so clear that they could even write words on her hand. This way, communication was certainly possible.

So after thinking for a moment, she wrote four characters in the “Ant’s” palm—

“Here to kill Heavenly-Ox.”

The “Ant” cupped his own palm, feeling these four characters. Although he couldn’t show any expression, Yan Zhichun felt he was very puzzled.

Black Sheep narrowed his eyes. Seeing from afar that Yan Zhichun had begun communicating with the “Ant,” he quickly re-established his tactics and spoke toward the empty space: “Since you won’t make a move, how about coming out to chat? You only have ‘Concealment,’ not ‘Silence,’ right?”

The resonant voice carried to every corner of the plaza. Everyone except the “Ants” heard it.

“If you speak, I’ll discover your position. You think you might not be able to beat me, is that it?” Black Sheep continued. “When ‘Concealment’ becomes useless, those other two ‘Immortal Techniques’ are even less helpful to you. I’m starting to worry for you.”

Though Black Sheep spoke arrogant words, his eyes were exceptionally cautious. He tried hard to sense all the air currents around him. As long as a breeze suddenly blew from any direction, it would mean Heavenly-Ox couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I’m worried that you, the mighty Heavenly-Ox, will lose to a mere Earth-Sheep here.” Black Sheep said coldly. “Speaking of which… why do I feel even Earth-Ox is harder to kill than you? Are you really suited for this position?”

As soon as the words fell, Black Sheep felt a breeze surge on his left side. He instantly bent both arms trying to block, having roughly adapted to Heavenly-Ox’s attacks. He immediately raised both hands to the position in front of his chest to protect his heart, but soon he realized something was wrong. This time the wind force was even greater than before.

“Not good… it’s a ‘Kick’…”

Heavenly-Ox hadn’t thrown a punch this time, but instead used a sweeping kick aimed at Black Sheep’s ribs. By the time Black Sheep realized this problem, it was completely too late to block. After all, he was fighting a mass of air—aside from relying on a trace of feeling, the remaining ninety-nine percent relied entirely on luck.

His ribs suffered a heavy blow. Black Sheep coughed once, feeling sweetness in his throat as quite a bit of fresh blood surged into his mouth. It seemed his internal organs had been kicked to pieces.

But what was astonishing was that he actually remained standing in place, completely unmoved.

His left hand curved downward, as if holding onto something.

“Ha…” Blood gradually dripped from Black Sheep’s mouth, yet his face actually showed a rare smile. “Finally caught you…”

With those words, he forcefully locked around the opponent’s leg, lifted his foot, and viciously kicked toward where he imagined the enemy’s other leg’s knee would be.

Just as he was about to kick, he suddenly felt Heavenly-Ox lift off from the ground, and he instantly lost all center of gravity, being rapidly carried into the air.

Before he could distinguish directions, the air current before him shattered, and an extremely powerful fist viciously smashed into his nose. Yet Black Sheep still didn’t let go.

Since there was no way to immediately restrict the opponent’s movements, Black Sheep could only change tactics at once, raising his hand to strike toward that invisible body.

*Bang!*

A muffled sound came. Black Sheep couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

Because that punch had landed solidly.

A barely audible groan came from before Black Sheep, further confirming his guess.

Though he had restrained one of Heavenly-Ox’s legs, the opponent not only had three more limbs to move with, but could even evade in midair. Why had this punch connected?

The air current before him was once again split apart by something colliding with it. This time it rushed toward Black Sheep’s neck. Black Sheep immediately shrank back, only feeling his chin take the hit. He had no time to think before thrusting out another punch. Again, a muffled sound—this punch had clearly hit as well.

“Effective.” Black Sheep instantly forgot the pain in his body and immediately launched a continuous attack.

Heavenly-Ox seemed to know he couldn’t get entangled and immediately shook his entire body, moving at high speed in the air. The consecutive injuries prevented Black Sheep from concentrating fully on controlling the opponent’s leg, and he was soon shaken off from high altitude, falling straight toward the ground.

Black Sheep’s entire body crashed into the ground, but he didn’t pause for long. With a roll, he stood up and reached up to wipe the fresh blood from his face.

Those two punches just now were really too strange…

Every time he counterattacked when he himself was struck, he could accurately hit Heavenly-Ox without fail.

In that case…

“Heavenly-Ox only has one hand he can use…?”