But Yang Yan had no time to regard those distant faces, because above them, the pallid old face had already closed in on him.
The colossal energy drew near once again.
For Yang Yan, who faced Seven Level on a mission to kill him, every move was a matter of life and death with tension running high.
He let go of his sword in mid-air, drawing his blade instead.
Only when necessary would he be willing to draw this blade, and he was even less eager to use it under everyone's gaze, but as soon as he saw the man's face, he knew he had lost control of the situation.
He could only react passively, move after move. Each one brought him to the brink of death, surviving each was a hard-won victory.
At this point, Yang Yan knew that this blade could probably bring him a victory.
