Pei Ye's pupils constricted as he looked back; the Desolate People closed the two-zhang distance in a single step, the force of their approach already bearing down on his face. Quail Head could actually keep up with the opponent's attack, but his body would definitely be too slow to evade effectively.
When a cultivator of the Upper Second Realm truly stands before a mortal, there is no longer any chance for any action.
Pei Ye remembered how he himself had once faced such an enemy without True Qi, but now he was even weaker, no longer free, and his enemy was even more powerful.
He could no longer handle this punch; all he could do was grit his teeth and attempt to draw upon the power brought by the two divine objects he had never used before and didn't know if they could save his life at this moment.
But Black Cat suddenly said again, in a calm voice, "Use the shackles to catch it."