A sudden strong gust of wind attacked from an extremely tricky angle, aiming for the blind spot behind Wu Zhong.
Unexpectedly, he swung his right hand and caught a chain between his fingers.
But that chain suddenly split into nine, like nine arrows, besieging him from all sides.
Wu Zhong's expression changed slightly as he executed a step technique, moving several feet away in an instant.
Despite his rapid movements, there was still one spot that was hit.
Ye Lingyue, who had been previously dejected, suddenly leapt up with sparkling eyes, clapping and laughing loudly.
"Wu Zhong, you lost, now you can't keep mocking me."
"Corrosive Soul Chain?"
Wu Zhong was not surprised by Ye Lingyue's cunning; he was familiar with this little woman's methods.
"Didn't expect that, did you? I've refined Zhan Feng's Corrosive Soul Chain," Ye Lingyue chirped merrily, not having expected to actually hit Wu Zhong.
