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A draw is fine—a draw means that even if they could determine life and death in the end, one of them would still be gravely injured.
Yue Zhuo's heart grew sly.
Lin Heng and Qin Yu, however, paid no mind to her thoughts as they were both wholly focused on the battle at hand.
They exchanged glances, confirming to retreat by ten steps.
Another glance.
Lin Heng smiled, his right hand lifting his sword, the tip tilting at an angle and releasing a terrifyingly cold and ghostly energy that originated from his hidden illness, which was also the source of his power.
Strong, painful, almost invincible.
Qin Yu sensed the terror because even the snowstorm of heaven and earth and the freezing ground seemed to fear him.
Lin Heng looked at Qin Yu, slowly turning the blade, the reflection on the blade mirrored his inch-cut face, one eye sharp and profound, slightly squinting at the time.
Boom!
The Ice Tide surged for the third time.
