"BOOM!!!"
The halberd blades' cold gleam, Blade Aura, and Sword Qi collided in midair, sending a tremendous roar and raging winds sweeping in every direction.
This time, the impact Zhao Er took was nowhere near as fierce as before. Wu Yao was far from weak, after all, and the powerful saber strike he had suddenly unleashed had borne the brunt of the Sword Qi.
Yet even the tiny fraction of Sword Qi that reached Zhao Er forced him back into the crater.
There was nothing he could do. His enemy could stay airborne briefly, while he could only stand on the ground.
Fortunately, the enemy had also taken Wu Yao's strike. Having attacked from above, he was sent flying as well after taking Zhao Er's and Wu Yao's attacks head-on.
Wu Yao was now in the best shape of the three. Rather than stop after his strike, he pressed his advantage, sweeping his saber straight toward the red figure in the air.
"Tyrant Blade Three Forms! Sweep!!"
The long saber's Blade Aura curved like a crescent moon, chasing close behind the figure that had been knocked away.
Seeing this, Zhao Er did not hesitate. He pushed off the ground and dashed to one side.
Zhao Er knew his own strength extremely well. His first attack had relied entirely on the Dragonblood Horse's tremendous speed, coupled with the fusion of the two kinds of Inner Force within him. Only then had he barely managed to exchange a blow with the newcomer.
Had Wu Yao not intervened, he might have been injured on the second exchange.
Leaving the battlefield to Wu Yao was therefore his best option. All he could do was continuously release toxins from the sidelines and wait for a chance to launch a surprise attack.
Zhao Er withdrew to