Two pairs of eyes locked in an instant.
The oppressive force that seemed to still their hearts and lungs pressed in once more. Pei Ye, as if called by this plea for help, drew his sword and pointed it, his cold eyes fierce, displaying extreme aggression and killing intent towards the Fengshui Envoy holding the sword.
This time, he did not circle around himself but instead completely ignored the Wei River Envoy and poured straight towards the Fengshui Envoy.
It was a stance of "no retreat without death."
The Fengshui Envoy was cautious to avoid the edge initially, but the next moment, he keenly perceived the movements of "Zhu Gaoyang" in front of him—the man's icy gaze and fierce sword seemed to be aimed at him, yet his body was already leaning towards another part of the battlefield.
Such a shift was not unexpected, but in Ye Que's eyes, it appeared too crude and slow.
