Lin Zhen suddenly appeared before Ye Lin. The seemingly terrifying Sword Qi was smashed to pieces by a single punch from Lin Zhen, whose fist continued hurtling straight at Ye Lin.
At this moment, it was already too late for Ye Lin to dodge.
His speed might have been fast, but Lin Zhen's was even faster—far, far faster than his own.
This guy was no simple opponent to begin with, not to mention that his realm suppressed Ye Lin's.
"Grand Void Space-Rending Sword, cleave."
Seeing that he could not evade it, Ye Lin could only grit his teeth and slash out with his sword again.
Since he could not dodge, then he would not dodge. He could only take it head-on.
With a thunderous boom, Ye Lin was sent flying backward again, his body skidding all the way into the distance.
Meanwhile, Lin Zhen walked through the void with his hands behind his back, as leisurely as if strolling through a garden, approaching Ye Lin step by step.
Ye Lin seemed to be his prey. Lin Zhen was not the least bit anxious; instead, his face was relaxed and content, as though he were toying with his quarry.
"Damn it. No, I can't keep fighting."
Amid a mountain range blasted into ruins, Ye Lin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared grimly at Lin Zhen as he approached.
This guy's strength had far exceeded Ye Lin's expectations. His body was already in an utterly terrible condition, and if that guy's third punch landed, he really would die.
He could not fight. He could not fight. He absolutely could not keep fighting.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Lin turned and ran. The gap between them was simply too great—he was no match for him at all.
Knowing