Lu Ye seized the opportunity and rushed before Dong Shuye in a few strides, his Spiritual Power-clad longsword slashing down viciously.
At the same moment the blade fell, a powerful force came from Dong Shuye's direction. Lu Ye had no idea what spell Dong Shuye had cast, but before that repelling force, he was forcibly shoved back more than ten yards before he finally managed to steady himself.
When he looked up again, Dong Shuye had already climbed to his feet, one hand pressed over his chest. A massive wound on the right side of his chest was clearly visible, blood pouring out and instantly staining his clothes red.
His face was filled with terror. Lu Ye had nearly killed him with that strike. During that brief moment when his Spiritual Power had gone into turmoil, he had possessed no ability to resist whatsoever. Fortunately, at the critical moment, he had regained control over himself.
Though he had narrowly escaped death, such injuries were already extremely severe.
"Ha..." Dong Shuye staggered. Only now did he finally understand why Lu Ye had lured him here and sealed off the exit at once. This was not a burial ground Lu Ye had chosen for himself—it had clearly been chosen for Dong Shuye.
How laughable. He had always believed he could kill the other party with his own strength, never realizing that arrogance was the root of defeat.
His enemy charged at him again, clearly having no intention of giving him time to catch his breath, just as Dong Shuye himself had done earlier. Moreover, compared to him, this enemy was more decisive and ruthless in battle, fiercely aggressive. From beginning to end, he had not uttered a single word. He merely kept seeking chances to close in, then swung his blade.
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