Yan Xuan was well aware that relying on his own strength to block Li Yuan was impossible; the only chance of survival was to delay until Wu Sihai and the others arrived.
"Swoosh!"
The long spear was like a flying serpent, just a shadow of the spear, yet it seemed to contain countless ever-changing techniques, striking unpredictably toward the black serpent Yan Xuan.
"I must survive! Survive!" The eyes of the black serpent Yan Xuan were fixed on that thrust.
His wing injuries were rapidly healing; suddenly he burst forward, followed by the massive wings that swept across the vast sky, his large body passing like a gust of wind.
"Shush~" The wing blade grazed the spear shaft, not colliding head-on, but withdrawing immediately upon contact.
He had avoided the spear.
"I evaded! If I can dodge one spear, then there's hope I can dodge a second," Yan Xuan thought ecstatically, pressing himself to the limit, focusing intently on the long spear in Li Yuan's hands.
"Puff!"
