Before the Shadow Guards could get close, Ye Xunhuan sprang up from the ground with a nimble kip-up, and just like a gentle breeze, he retreated swiftly!
"Swoosh!"
It was as if Ye Xunhuan's feet were on a skateboard, gliding smoothly away.
At this moment, Ye Xunhuan couldn't care less about his injuries. After all, these Shadow Guards were as ruthless as butchers. If they found an opportunity, they would undoubtedly chop Ye Xunhuan to pieces.
In such a situation, how could Ye Xunhuan have time or energy to worry about his injuries?
The most important thing now was to stay alive.
As Ye Xunhuan retreated, the Shadow Guards, agile as leopards, swiftly pursued him.
In the next moment, the sharp sword in Ye Xunhuan's hand slashed out swiftly.
"Swoosh!"
A single slash emanated a terrifying sword aura, sweeping out like the momentum of Wind Rolls the Scattered Clouds.
