'Not good!'
With a surge of panic, Yu Cheng swiftly assessed the situation, realizing that evading the relentless barrage of ice blades was his only chance at survival. Reacting on instinct, he unleashed a rapid succession of agile footwork, deftly maneuvering through the chaotic onslaught of icy projectiles. Each movement was calculated, allowing him to narrowly evade the deadly blades with mere inches to spare.
Seizing a momentary respite, Yu Cheng swiftly distanced himself from Zhao Ling and the ice blades, creating space between them. In a calculated motion, he hurled an object towards Zhao Ling, aiming to divert her attention. Without hesitation, he swiftly pivoted on his heels, taking advantage of the momentary distraction he had created, and made a hasty retreat.
