"Trying to run away already, Ye Fan?" he taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. "I wouldn't want to miss the grand finale, would I?"
Ye Fan's heart hammered against his ribs. It was then he realized Wang Li had anticipated this. That invisible barrier was likely a portable array, activated discreetly to prevent his escape.
He gritted his teeth and raised his sword, preparing to face the inevitable clash. The battle resumed, a desperate struggle against an energized enemy. However, without the vastness of the open area to maneuver, Ye Fan felt trapped, his attacks becoming predictable.
The metallic clang of swords echoed repeatedly through the decimated battlefield. With each clash, Ye Fan felt his grip loosen, his once-pristine sword nicked and dented against the relentless force of Wang Li's weapon, imbued with the combined power of Yin and Yang.
