With the Blood Steel ability surging to even greater heights from his recent injuries, Ying Lizhua's strikes reached a frightening level of violence.
His relentless onslaught sent heavy shockwaves across the stone plateau, and within the next ten seconds, his frantic attacks culminated in a brutal success—he severed the clone's left arm.
"Lizhua, retreat!" Feng Luotian commanded through the mental link, blurring forward to replace him earlier than the last rotation. He wasn't about to gamble on another reckless move born from Lizhua's stubborn pride; he could see the way the Eight Fangs Fighter was breathing, his energy becoming unstable.
Lizhua obeyed this time, though his expression showed his annoyance. He understood how exhausted he was and why the plan required him to retreat. He withdrew as instructed, still gripping his sword tightly.
"Yue'er, Wuji, Lingxi. Same as before!" Luotian directed, his voice steady even as the clone lashed out with its remaining limb.
