There is a blade, there is a fist.
The blade is the Rain Blade.
The long blade deflected the Lightning Spear but inadvertently exposed a gap.
Shen Ye quickly drew back his blade.
Too late!
"——Die!"
Drake roared in anger, seized the opportunity, and lightning spears emerged from his hand, thrusting directly at Shen Ye's right arm.
That last blade move indeed had some skill.
Another powerful, mysterious enemy suddenly appeared.
Not to be underestimated.
So Drake became cautious.
Even though his opponent exposed an opening, he still chose to attack the arm holding the blade rather than recklessly charge in to kill his opponent outright.
A look of smugness appeared on Drake's face.
Sever your arm, and you can't wield a blade anymore.
Secure the victory first!
Thump.
A soft sound.
A look of puzzlement appeared on Drake's face.
He looked down.
He had been struck in the chest with a blade.
But——
That Little White Face didn't manage to draw back the blade in time!
