Le Lao Ling spat out a mouthful of blood as he struggled to stand up. His legs were trembling while he tried to maintain his balance. The fact that he had to avoid the hair that constantly attacked him made it harder for him to guarantee his safety and victory.
All this time, he had constantly been on defense. Well…not anymore.
"You made me use this!" he growled and spat on the ground. His spit was mixed with blood.
"Hah," Le Lao Ling chuckled maliciously.
Ping Sen, who had been attacking him from a longer range with her hair, immediately flew backward to maintain a safe distance. She had a skill that allowed her to use her hair as a weapon.
It could change its characteristics and nature according to her will. It was a secret skill that was passed down her bloodline. Currently, she was the only one who was blessed with this power.
