Lin Yiliu took out an Immortal Artifact, it was a long whip.
Her fiery red lips, paired with the whip, gave off a wild allure.
Although she knew the Immortal Artifact in Shi Hao's hand was of astonishing quality, she had no choice—if she didn't use an Immortal Artifact, it meant directly losing two stars of combat power, and she would definitely not be able to match Shi Hao.
As long as she could win, it didn't matter if this Immortal Artifact was destroyed. Would the Summit of the Stars care about a Silver Spirit Immortal Artifact?
Swish, she swung the whip, aiming at Shi Hao.
Shi Hao met it with a knife, and smack, the whip wrapped around the blade.
Lin Yiliu gave a cold smile; the whip was soft and not subjected to much force, so it could effectively evade the sharpness of a high-grade Immortal Artifact. As long as she pulled hard, it was a contest of who had more strength.
—Make you lose hold of your Immortal Artifact!
