He was powerless.
He could only fall to the ground softly, slowly, convulsing as he died.
His unwilling eyes still stared directly at the woman who sat cross-legged, guarding the formation.
The woman had tears streaming down her face, her lips pursed, yet she remained seated cross-legged, motionless.
"Gurgle."
Chen Yu swallowed hard, feeling a tingling sensation on his scalp.
It was terrifying.
'This woman is not a good person.'
Chen Yu instinctively put himself in the perspective of the man.
He realized that even he, without unleashing the "Beast Strength" that gave him a crushing advantage, was helpless against Li Yao.
She anticipated your every move.
She knew your every weakness.
She controlled your every second's rhythm.
It was like she was a master with the "Save Game" cheat of Golden Finger, always able to find the optimal solution in a fight.
The man, being a C-ranked Transcendent, was frustrated to death by "abuse control."
