In the midst of her contemplation, Yi Ling's senses tingled with an ominous presence approaching, tinged with unmistakable malice. Instinctively, she reacted, her body moving with practiced agility born of countless battles. Without hesitation, she evaded the sudden onslaught, a hair's breadth away from the lethal strike that sought her life.
Heart racing, Yi Ling silently thanked Mei Ling for the timely warning that had echoed in her mind just moments before. The voice had not only offered guidance on enhancing her strength but had also imparted crucial insights into the perils that awaited her. Mei Ling's counsel had proven invaluable, sharpening Yi Ling's reflexes and preparing her for the unexpected dangers lurking in the shadows of her journey.
"Hahaha. This King can see that you are indeed powerful, since you can dodge this King's attacks very well." A black robed man was floating in air, above Yi Ling.
