Long Beibei was severely wounded by two strikes from Long Yu, with injuries on her shoulder and back becoming increasingly dire, blood flowing like pillars from her wounds.
Long Yu, surrounded by a blinding blood mist, hovered in mid-air like a Demon God, overlooking the gravely injured Long Beibei with a menacing smile: "Want to continue? You can't beat me!"
"Originally, you were at the Ninth Level of the Yangshen Realm, while I was at the First Level of the Life-and-Death Realm!"
"You were never my match, and now having unleashed the Blood Shadow Dividing Spirit Sword, you have even less chance!"
"Admit defeat!"
The warriors watching the battle all knew well that the sword wounds Long Beibei inflicted on Long Yu earlier were incomparable to the power of Long Yu's last two strikes.
These two strikes nearly claimed half of Long Beibei's life.
Everyone thought Long Beibei was undoubtedly going to lose.
Even Long Huihuang and Long Xian feared for her chances of recovery.
