BAM!
The saber shadow was like an invincible Battle Saber. It instantly cleaved through Ye Wushuang's Protective Qi, and a sense of mortal danger immediately crept into his heart.
'Dammit!'
Ye Wushuang's expression changed again and again. He retreated explosively, swinging his Ancient Sword out to strike.
CLANG!
The Ancient Sword that had been with him for so long was forcefully sliced in two by the terrifying saber shadow. Shocked, he seized the opportunity to retreat explosively once more.
However, the saber shadow seemed to possess a Spiritual Sense. It locked onto Ye Wushuang, chasing him relentlessly as if it wouldn't stop until he was dead.
Ye Wushuang rapidly unleashed one attack after another, but the saber shadow was incomparably domineering, instantly obliterating them. It seemed none of his attacks could stop it; his only path was death.
But how could Ye Wushuang be willing to accept this!
