Meanwhile, Jiang Qi seemed to grow more courageous the longer the battle went on, and the power of the Demonic Qi seemed to intensify with each attack, thrusting Ye Qingchen relentlessly backward.
"Ye Qingchen, how long can you keep this up?" Jiang Qi's voice was filled with disdain and glee, each of his attacks seemingly probing Ye Qingchen's limits.
A gleam of fierceness flashed in Ye Qingchen's eyes; he knew he couldn't continue to be passively beaten, or he would be thoroughly suppressed by Jiang Qi.
He took a deep breath, attempting to adjust his breathing, striving to keep his movements smooth. Even though he was in a passive position, he hadn't given up the thought of overcoming. His gaze, sharp as a blade, fixed intently on Jiang Qi, searching for any possible opportunity.
The battle continued, Ye Qingchen's figure moved swiftly around the grand hall, trying to break Jiang Qi's Demonic Qi blockade.
