Yang Ge's eye twitched at the sight, and with a flick of his hand, he employed the "Frost Coating" technique, unleashing dozens of dense, knifelike gusts of wind to fend off the Golden Whip that seemed to attack him like a giant python.
After one successful strike, he leaped through the collapsing corridor into the air, shouting, "Nah, nah, nah... I don't want to fight a woman, but don't push your luck!"
"Where do you think you're going, come back here!"
Amidst the furious shouts, the Golden Whip tore through the roof tiles and soared upwards, as flexible as a hunting serpent, accurately entwined around Yang Ge's ankle, and forcefully dragged him back.
"This was your choice..."
Yang Ge crashed heavily into the corridor's eaves and, without holding back, dragged his blade through the rubble and clashed fiercely with the newcomer.
