Ye Haochuan had many secret techniques, but it seemed there was not one that could resolve such a crisis.
Unless he could first kill Wan Xi, perhaps there was a slim chance of survival with his strength.
But how could the thousand or so soul bodies in front of Wan Xi allow Ye Haochuan to succeed in killing Wan Xi?
Ye Haochuan was both anxious and angry, feeling as if he had reached a dead end.
"Ye Haochuan, you are truly reckless! But this is just perfect; I was worried about when I could finally grind you to dust, and now you deliver yourself right to my doorstep, saving me quite a bit of trouble!"
Wan Xi had successfully retreated ten meters away, and this distance had given her quite a bit of confidence. Meanwhile, the Evil Sect cultivators rushing rapidly towards them had already let her see Ye Haochuan's demise.
A flicker of despair crossed Ye Haochuan's mind, but he quickly dispelled it himself.
