Within five breaths, Lu Ye had been completely forced onto the back foot, suppressed to the point where he could barely fight back.
Within ten breaths, his injuries were grievous. Jiao had driven him all the way to the very edge of the Chess Grid, leaving him nowhere left to retreat.
Within fifteen breaths, the situation had become perilous. A fierce sense of crisis coiled around his heart, and Lu Ye knew clearly that if this continued, he would die!
If Perrin of Hundred Battles City had been a Son of the Star Abyss from the previous generation, then this Jiao was at least from the generation before that, perhaps even further back. Countless years of accumulation had given him an unfathomably deep foundation. Even without the amplification of Uniting Dao City, his strength was far beyond that of an ordinary Uniting Dao cultivator.
The three thousand Dao Power Lu Ye had been so proud of was simply no match for him.
So long as he held out for another two breaths, Yuan Xi could move him away. But what then? He could leave, yet Jiao could likewise pursue under Black Blood's command. All that remained for him was twenty breaths to catch his breath.
He had held through this turn, but he likely would not endure the next.
If the gap in their strength had not been so great, he could have hoped for Fang to devour all the mystery within the other's Sub-Treasures and shatter his gold-and-silver blades. That would surely have given him a chance to secure victory.
But Lu Ye estimated that he would have a hard time lasting that long. Before Fang succeeded, he would likely already be slain by Jiao.
This was plainly a dead end!
As his thoughts raced, the storm-like offensive abruptly