"Boom!"
The instant the Black Blade struck down, a sword flash spanning dozens of meters flickered and vanished in the darkness of the night.
"Break!"
With a cold smile, Wuya Zi didn't take Ye Xuan's saber technique seriously. He merely shook his right hand abruptly, shattering the sword flash instantly.
But at that moment,
Ye Xuan was already over a hundred meters away.
The delicate body of the Saintess was shattered, gravely injured, her breath incredibly heavy, constantly spitting blood from her mouth.
Ye Xuan's expression was extremely grave as he carried the Saintess on his back. His whole body, like a flash of lightning, charged forward with electric arcs stretching over a dozen meters behind him, brilliantly illuminating the darkness.
"If you can still hold on, try to endure a bit longer. I need to push my speed to the limit to shake off Wuya Zi!"
Ye Xuan's voice was severe, his face drenched in sweat, not daring to be careless for a second, he spoke in a deep voice.
