In midair, Lu Ye crouched low, Spiritual Power surging as he steadied his sliding body. Without the slightest pause, he pounced at Yu Daiwei again like a blood-red bolt of lightning splitting down from the heavens.
His long saber danced, blasting apart the many spells rushing at him.
Yu Daiwei retreated swiftly!
Having suffered once already, she had judged just how terrifying Lu Ye's strength was. How could she still dare stand there and take a beating? He had only managed to close in on her earlier because she had never imagined his strength would be so great. Coupled with Lu Ye's sudden eruption, she had been caught completely off guard.
The two figures streaked through the air, one pursuing and one fleeing. Spells and saber light surged between them in a spectacular frenzy. Insect Race drawn by the Spiritual Power fluctuations often exploded into bloody mist under the powerful aftershocks before they could even approach.
Yet neither could close the distance any further.
The disparity in strength was there for all to see. Although Lu Ye had activated the Blood Dye Spirit Pattern, the enhancement to his strength had its limits. It was impossible for the Blood Dye Spirit Pattern to make his power rise without end. This was only to be expected.
Still, the battle had been utterly exhilarating. From the start of the fight until now, he had only slashed Yu Daiwei a few times, without achieving any substantive result, but his purpose had ultimately been fulfilled. He now had a clear understanding of his current strength.
Of course, he still had methods he had not used.
The awkward part of the current situation was that he could not close the distance between himself and Yu Daiwei. But if he activated the Blood River, he would still