Yang Dao began to slash at the old man in front of him with flame slashes. His sword was dancing even faster than it was earlier. As the dance progressed, the tassel of the sword also caught fire, and every time it moved, sparks were emitted.
The whole battlefield was covered in sparks flying in the void. The scene did not look like a battle but a movie cinematic. The people in this place may not be aware of what a cinematic was but Feng Yun did. She was smiling happily as she saw the match progress. However, this much was not enough to defeat the old man.
He was troubled, but if given a chance he might conjure up a card that could turn up the table. It was not a sure thing, and just Yang Dao's cautious mind at work, but why should he be given a chance?
