As his gaze shifted, a fierce sword wind suddenly attacked from above his head.
Ling Chen looked up and saw Yuan Yun holding a sword in both hands, raised high over his head, chopping straight towards him. Without time to think, Ling Chen immediately retreated hastily, trying to avoid the range of the steel sword's attack.
However, for every step he took back, Yuan Yun pressed forward a step, continuously swinging the steel sword in his hand, fast and ruthless, as if it came with an unstoppable force.
After Ling Chen had retreated more than ten steps, his back seemed to hit something hard, and his retreat was completely blocked. At this moment, Yuan Yun's steel sword rapidly enlarged in his eyes. For a moment, Ling Chen's pupils slightly shrank under that fierce Sword Force, and he actually felt a suffocating pressure.
"Alright, that's far enough."
