It was as though Chu Li had not been wounded as his blade was as fierce as before. Instead, because one person was dead and it left the two, the duo felt the pressure and with virtually no resistance, they retreated step by step.
Chu Li's composure remained calm and collected. The Modesty Sword could not be seen in its blade form. It had turned into a dark misty cloud, shrouding the duo.
The duo was flustered with bloodshot eyes. They were angered and nervous yet they could do nothing.
Chu Li's Modesty Sword clung on without letting go, pressuring them to the point of breathlessness. They couldn't demonstrate their secret skill to tap into their potential. If they really activated their secret skills, even before they could do it, they would be slashed by the blade.
"Swoosh!" A light howl sounded and a silver blaze shot at Chu Li from the wall.