However, Ye Fan's expression changed dramatically. A powerful blade of energy erupted from the explosion, heading straight for his chest.
"Block!" Ye Fan roared, using the Yuanhong Sword to fend off the fierce attack.
BANG!
He was sent flying by the blade swung from the Holy Cry Mantis.
Ye Fan's arm was numb. Thankfully, he had the Yuanhong Sword. An ordinary blade would surely have been severed by that sharp edge. Though his physique was formidable, it was no match for such a terrifying weapon.
Just as Ye Fan rose from the Gobi floor, the Evil Wing Prince attacked again, rushing toward him at maximum speed. Ye Fan could only defend passively.
The Evil Wing Prince's Holy Cry Mantis was terrifying, its swirling Sword Qi dazzling Ye Fan. After a single strike, he was injured. Blood from the wound inflicted by the Holy Cry Mantis dripped down his hand as the atmosphere grew terrifyingly tense.
Bai Zhimei trembled, while a look of utter despair crossed Zhen Kong's face.
