The earth crumbled under Yang Yu's feet, once again disconnected from the ground. Wan Huawen's strength was beyond imagination; even with a shield to block, this strike from Wan Huawen still took away one-tenth of Yang Yu's blood volume, sending him flying.
Tumbling in the sky, Yang Yu put away his shield, thrust his sword into the ground, and landed perfectly.
Yang Yu's whole body creaked, as something tugged at the cells in his body, making him feel a fiery pain all over.
"You didn't dodge in the end, which really surprised me." Maintaining the pose of a punch, the red on Wan Huawen's body fluttered in the cold wind.
Yang Yu smiled nonchalantly, "Since I want to learn this skill, experiencing it firsthand isn't so bad."
To defeat a more powerful enemy, one doesn't necessarily need to break through from the front.
What can be used as a weapon is not only the effect of the skill but also the sensation caused by the skill.
