Lin Feng cursed under his breath:
"Damn it! If only my whips struck where I wanted them to, they would be dead by now."
The reason for his frustration was an error of millimeters in his attacks.
If the whips just moved slightly away from the path he wanted them to take, the error would grow to more than half a meter by the time the whip would reach the point he wanted to strike at.
In his mind, he was directing them to strike down the three emperor realm cultivators perfectly; however, due to his limited control, the whips were missing them, allowing them to evade.
Ashen also noticed the predicament the three emperor realm cultivators found them in.
They couldn't just turn their backs to the whips and make a run for it. That would be foolish and would result in their deaths.
A distraction was needed to let them escape.
And there was a perfect distraction to use as Ashen turned to Ye Ming and requested politely:
