The opponent's sword seemed to seal off all my avenues of escape.
Within the Mental Induction, be it blocking, parrying, dodging, or counterattacking, this sword would unstoppably target my chest.
Even within the perspective of Triple Micro weakness.
After Tang Wan's sword was drawn, there was not a single red light on her body, and even yellow lights were only shifting around the tip of the sword and her wrist.
This wasn't the worst of it.
Zhou Ping'an's blade led his intention, ready to employ the Wave Subduing Blade Technique, only to find that his spiritual power and physical strength had been weakened countless times over.
It was just like his body before he began his Cultivation.
With strength no more than a hundred catties, and speed as slow as a snail.
'So, this is the effect of the Immortal Art and Valor Heart Formation. Despite certain death, I do not regret using my feeble body to strike against the waves.'
A flash of cold light pricked the clothing at his chest.
