"Zhang Bin, do you have any more tricks up your sleeve?"
Edward wore strange gloves that possessed formidable defensive power. His left hand tightly gripped Zhang Bin's Flying Sword Blood Fang, and he watched Zhang Bin with a vicious smirk.
Zhang Bin really had no good options at this point. His Telekinesis was almost exhausted, and he could no longer control his sword from a distance. With Blood Fang seized by his opponent, he had no way to free it.
However, he didn't panic at all and simply had Tutu partially raise the iron cage. He then walked toward Edward, radiating a murderous aura.
Another Flying Sword suddenly appeared in his hand and swiftly transformed into a three-foot-long Longsword. He gripped it tightly, looking at Edward as if he were already a dead man. With a strange laugh, he said, "Edward, do you think you still have a chance to live?"
"You actually have two Flying Swords?" Edward was infuriated, almost driven mad with rage.
