In mid-air, Ling Yi had already disappeared from his original spot, his body seemed to have teleported, crossing several kilometers in an instant. With a wave of the stone sword in his hand, a crescent moon-like sword qi slashed towards Ling Chen.
All eyes narrowed sharply at that moment. Ling Chen had just been heavily wounded, his strength diminished to almost nothing. If he were to take this sword hit, death would be certain.
However, even though the Left Guardian and the Saints of the Witch Fiend Sect wanted to save Ling Chen, they couldn't make it in time. Moreover, Ling Yi's speed was much faster than theirs, and he struck first, leaving them no opportunity to rescue, just watching helplessly.
"Alas."
