Mu Ling furrowed his brow, puzzled by the source of the unease within him.
Chu Xisheng was still ten paces away, frantically escaping under the chase and blockade led by Zhuo Baiyun and others, circling White Jade Square.
This person's movement technique was even more nimble and agile, effortlessly manipulating his sword with greater fierceness and dominance, stirring wind and thunder, and forcing the nearby Ninth Grade Martial Cultivators unable to come within a ten-foot radius of him.
However, his movements were more rigid. His face was also flushed, sweating profusely.
Mu Ling guessed that Chu Xisheng was temporarily burning his essence, causing a burst of potential.
Although Chu Xisheng's combat power was strong, he was clearly sick, and his endurance seemed far less than that of an ordinary person.
He estimated that the man wouldn't last long.
Within fifty breaths, this person would die under the swords of Zhuo Baiyun and the others.
