Li Zhiyuan walked toward the lamp while waving his hand and said:
"Tan Wenbin, you're in command."
"Understood!"
Tan Wenbin reached out and patted Lin Shuyou's shoulder, asking, "Ah You, how are the needles affecting you?"
Lin Shuyou: "Huh? There is some effect, but I can still fight."
Tan Wenbin: "Alright, I understand."
After this brief conversation, both Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou fell silent for a moment.
They were used to Brother Xiao Yuan commanding them mentally through the Red Line, knowing everyone's real-time status, sometimes even more clearly than the individuals themselves.
Returning to verbal communication felt strange, like reaching for a pen to write a letter after being accustomed to making phone calls.
Tan Wenbin: "Run Sheng, go!"
Run Sheng lunged forward in a flash, swinging a shovel, causing the Great Elder to tumble backward in fright but still getting hit and sent flying.
"Lin Shuyou, attack and retreat!"
