His sword technique was like a huge net, trapping the enemy within and then slowly depleting the enemy's strength until the enemy had no room to survive and was suffocated to death.
Although his move succeeded, the other party did not give up.
For a moment, the situation was in a deadlock. The enemy was tougher than he had imagined. The spiritual energy in his body was being consumed at an alarming rate. The long sword in his hand was also fading at a speed visible to the naked eye. His speed was getting slower and slower. Finally, the enemy found an opportunity to launch a counterattack!
The further he went, the more shocked He Fang became.
Li Zhengxuan was like a ferocious beast that did not know fatigue, and more like a seal soldier that did not know pain. The sword ray brushed past his body. Other than a muffled sound and a spray of blood, it did not affect him at all.