Ye Ling, who was originally on par with the phantom or even slightly at a disadvantage, now possessed an overwhelming power.
This was simply an incredible turn of events, shocking the phantom and filling it with deep panic and awe.
"Shall we continue?"
Ye Ling toyed with the demon blade in his hand, a deep sneer on his face, as he spoke in a cold voice.
The phantom wiped the fresh blood from the corner of its mouth, took a deep breath, and tried to calm itself down.
After a long while, it finally spoke to Ye Ling, "Your martial arts and strength are passable now, but you still have many weaknesses, like your speed!"
With that said, the phantom's figure suddenly vanished from its spot.
When it reappeared, it was already in front of Ye Ling.
The long spear in its hand, like a venomous dragon, stabbed towards Ye Ling's chest.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye, and Ye Ling had no chance to react.
