Liang Yi and Su Youyi's swords were now like an iron fortress, and Si Feihang seemed like a man wielding a hammer, attempting to drive nails into a wall with resounding blows.
Since Liang Yi and Su Youyi remained unscathed, that meant the only ones injured under this tremendous power and ocean of Sword Intent were Si Feihang and his peculiar spear.
Si Feihang's left and right sides were already beaten to a bloody pulp. Liang Yi had seen moves that injured the enemy a thousand while self-injuring eight hundred.
But to see an attack that didn't hurt the enemy at all while incurring self-injury of a thousand five hundred, was indeed a first for Liang Yi. After all, it wasn't his fault Si Feihang sustained a severe injury to his left hand. He just wanted to stab the man with his sword, but hadn't even managed to do so yet.
Su Youyi's gaze remained icy cold. In dealing with enemies, she would never harbor a hint of sympathy.
