After Li Yan's foot swept down past her body, he was already at the petite female cultivator's rear flank. Using that foot as an axis, he spun his body, lifting his other leg at the same time. His heel lashed viciously backward in a sweeping hook.
The four talismans revolved in a ring around the female cultivator, the emerald halo they trailed protecting her entire body.
Yet she had not adopted a purely defensive stance. Instead, she was trading attacks with Li Yan.
At that moment, she had exposed her head. This allowed her to use her eyes to assist her in close combat; otherwise, she could only use Divine Sense to observe what lay beyond the emerald halo.
For cultivators engaged in close-quarters slaughter, such rapid exchanges could perhaps take their lives in an instant. Naturally, all six senses had to be fully opened. 🄲
At this point, under such extreme attack speed, Li Yan's shifting offensive had already begun, yet his figure had not appeared behind the petite female cultivator. The afterimage before her still retained the posture of a foot kicking out in a charge.
The petite female cultivator and the other three struck at the same time. Just as the petite female cultivator's twin blades slashed down and she sensed something was wrong, an endless terror suddenly surged from the depths of her heart.
She had never imagined that, when his attacking momentum had already run its course and new strength had yet to arise, he could accelerate again and alter his move.
Yet these were merely helplessness and terror born from instinct as death drew near. She had no time left for any other thoughts, much less for a counterattack from her hands.
Half of her delicate face, lovely as spring flowers in March, was