Song Lingyun's heart and guts nearly split apart, his chest caving in.
He should not have been so helpless, but how could he have known that Wei Fan had achieved Body Sanctification? The moment Wei Fan got close, his defeat and death had already been sealed.
"Run!"
Borrowing the force of a palm strike, he turned to flee. Yet those who had achieved Body Sanctification were practically invincible in close combat. It was not merely their strength—their speed was swift as lightning as well.
He had barely turned when a powerful hand seized his neck, and his bones gave a groan beneath the unbearable strain.
"So fierce!"
Zhi Hua and Gu Ziqin, hidden in the shadows, stared wide-eyed. In only a few exchanges, Song Lingyun had already been captured by Wei Fan.
"If he hadn't let himself get close, he could have fought a while longer. Fighting someone who has achieved Body Sanctification at close range is simply courting death."
Zhou Shen shook his head, silently warning himself that when fighting others, he must never allow them close. If his luck failed him and he encountered a formidable expert with Body Sanctification, he would be in trouble—he would not even have a chance to escape.
When Saint Realm experts fought, it was generally difficult for deaths to occur unless the disparity in strength was too great. The greatest reason was that they did not engage in close-quarters combat, instead exchanging attacks across the air.
At the beginning, Song Lingyun had clearly underestimated Wei Fan because of his aura. He had never imagined that this was a monstrous genius whose physical body and Primordial Spirit had both attained sainthood.
"Ah!" A miserable howl tore from Song Lingyun's mouth. He felt as though his neck would be crushed in the next instant.