"Hah?"
A cold sneer curled Chen Jue's lips, and a sharp gleam flashed through his eyes.
His aura erupted like a flood in that instant, surging and churning with suffocating force.
An invisible pressure swept outward like a towering wave, instantly engulfing the entire space.
Under that pressure, Yan felt as though an invisible giant hand had violently shoved him away.
He staggered, rolled uncontrollably several meters, and finally slammed into the cold wall.
"You really are at the end of your rope, resorting to a dagger... heh!"
Chen Jue's voice was cold and merciless. He looked down at Yan on the floor, his eyes filled with contempt and mockery.
"Heh!"
Yan struggled to raise his head, a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
His gaze was unwavering and venomous as he stared at Chen Jue, as though trying to carve him into his very bones.
It was not that he did not want to unleash his martial soul. A martial soul attack would certainly inflict greater damage, but Chen Jue could easily detect it, leaving his efforts fruitless.
That was why he had thought of using a dagger for a point-blank attack with zero startup frames.
Although he knew he could not kill Chen Jue, his own death was already inevitable, so...
If I can hurt him even a little, I will!
Unfortunately... Chen Jue had reacted even to an attack with zero startup frames!
As Chen Jue slowly approached, Yan seemed to find one last straw to clutch.
That straw was Hu Liena.
Like a dog that had lost its home, Yan stumbled toward Hu Liena.
His face was filled with fear and despair, while the desperate will to survive flickered in his eyes.
"Nana, please save me... you're the only one who can