"Bang!"
The spear and sword collided, one striking proactively, the other responding in haste.
Li Xiaoyao's figure wavered but gradually stabilized.
Yun Feiyang, on the other hand, staggered several steps backward, his face, already pale from blood loss, turned even whiter.
Having failed to land his hit, Li Xiaoyao did not pause but raised his hand to deliver another strike. At the same time, his left fingers danced gracefully as clusters of flames burst forth from his fingertips, transforming into a long, flexible whip of fire that lashed towards Yun Feiyang at tricky angles.
Yun Feiyang gritted his teeth, holding on for dear life. He was severely injured, while Li Xiaoyao was at his peak, not to mention the endless tricks up Li Xiaoyao's sleeve. With such disparities between them, Yun Feiyang had almost no chance of winning.
