"Big brother, can you tell what's wrong with this Wan Dao?"
"I can't see anything yet," Da Huang replied curiously.
"There's no opportunity."
"Yunyao is too strong. She's been keeping Wan Dao on the back foot the whole time. Even if he has some other plan, he has no way to put it into action."
"But Wan Dao should be about to lose."
Mu Yunyao's attacks put far too much pressure on Wan Dao. He had already used everything at his disposal, constantly dodging and blocking.
But her relentless, overwhelming attacks had pushed his body to its limit.
If this continued, he knew he would suffer a crushing defeat.
That was the last thing Wan Dao wanted to accept, but he had no way to change it.
Losing to a woman would have been bad enough. But losing to a woman whose cultivation was only at the early stage of the Carefree Realm—how could he ever show his face again?
"Mu Yunyao, you forced me to do this. Don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Suddenly, a powerful aura burst from Wan Dao's long saber. Mu Yunyao was startled when she felt it.
That saber seemed to be no ordinary weapon. It could multiply his combat strength several times over in an instant.
But all that strength came from the weapon, not Wan Dao himself.
In other words, Wan Dao only had one chance—or perhaps a few—to force his weapon to unleash a powerful attack. The toll on him would be enormous, though. If he failed, he might be completely drained.
"Do you think you're the only one who can boost your combat strength?"
"I can do it too!"
Mu Yunyao sneered. Unlike Wan Dao, she directly multiplied her own combat strength several times over.
The moment Mu Yunyao's strength surged