This was just a powerhouse at the half-step Saint realm, if it were an ordinary one at the same level, they would have been killed by him in one move.
Ye Ling's injuries caused his eyes to be a blood-red hue, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"Pathetic!"
The apparition sneered coldly. He never expected that he, a dignified half-step Saint, would be pushed to such a state by a mere mortal realm individual. How could he tolerate this?
Ye Ling took a deep breath, his body moved, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot, appearing right in front of the apparition, the Snow Drinking Blade once again in his hand.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh!"
Over thirty streaks of blade light, like a massive net, directly enshrouded downward, tightly locking onto the apparition.
"Haha! Even if you can use thirty-six strategies, what can you do to me?!"
The apparition roared with laughter as that vast and wild force inside his body erupted continuously.
