Chu Yi could no longer escape.
He was extremely anxious in his heart, fearing that he might make a mistake amidst the chaos; he could only repeatedly admonish himself, "Hold steady, hold steady."
His mind was spinning rapidly as he began to look for countermeasures.
Kang Long!
Chu Yi let out a loud roar, swinging his arms and struck a palm towards the silver pagoda in the sky.
However, Chu Yi, who had not yet stabilized his figure, was sorely lacking in strength with this palm strike.
As a result, his dragon shadow was immediately crushed, and he was sent flying away.
Qi Yang laughed heartily.
"You really are a weakling."
"Pah, you have no shame. If you dare, let's fight without using Spiritual Artifacts," retorted Chu Yi.
Qi Yang shrugged his shoulders and casually pressed down with the silver pagoda once more.
"Don't use that kind of provocation on me; I won't be fooled by you."
Hum!
The silver pagoda vibrated with a humming sound, continuously pressing down on Chu Yi.
