I have no idea when she will make her move, nor where it will come from...
Those with weaker mental resilience might scare themselves into a breakdown.
"Freaking psycho bitch, playing tricks like this..."
Ling Mo has now retreated into a corner. Although the "swoosh swoosh" sound is incessant, his mind remains quite calm.
This kind of ultra-high speed can't last long. The moment she attacks, her speed will involuntarily slow down.
Preparation, action, no matter what, it cannot be as fast as when moving.
Her speed lies in her legs, not in her hands.
Before she made her move, Ling Mo had already observed this; there was no doubt about it.
"Ding!"
Although Ling Mo couldn't use Spirit Tentacles, his mental reaction speed was still there.
The moment she momentarily paused in her attack, Ling Mo immediately caught onto her movement trajectory.
The blades in both their hands collided, resulting in the woman letting out a stifled groan, taking a slight loss.
