Yun Mengmeng and Bu Yaolian took turns detonating themselves.
The explosions were so loud that they didn’t even hear Lu Yang’s wails of despair; they were having the time of their lives.
Bu Yaolian felt that following the Head’s guidance really was superior to his own blind tinkering — the Head’s few words cut through the fog and revealed the path forward.
If only he’d gotten those pointers sooner.
Back when he’d gone up against Da Yu’s second state tutor, there would’ve been no need for a war of attrition; he could’ve blown him to pieces right away.
Playful by nature, Yun Mengmeng loved this sort of thing — self-detonation was too much fun, a lesson wrapped in entertainment, and she studied with real enthusiasm.
Boom—boom—boom—
The two half-immortals gradually mastered little tricks of self-detonation.
The constant series of explosions made the small world tremble faintly.
They kept at it for five days.