Yu Lingfeng let out a long sigh in his heart. He knew that he had already lost, and the only thing he could hope for now was to keep his life.
More than a dozen shining steel short feathers shot out from his flying sleeves like lightning. This was the last resort that Yu Lingfeng had left behind. He didn't aim to hurt the enemy, only to protect himself.
These fine steel short feathers formed a small shield in front of Yu Lingfeng. However, against Wei Yidao's long blade, it did not even have the effect of blocking for a moment. It only reduced the power of the long blade by a little.
