As the man's vicious strike was about to land on her again, An Yiqing gritted her teeth, swallowing the salty taste in her mouth, and swiftly rolled on the ground, narrowly avoiding the lethal attack.
The man, seeing his blow miss, went wild with rage. He unleashed four consecutive strikes, yet An Yiqing luckily dodged them all.
The pain coursing through An Yiqing's body made her clench her silver teeth. This couldn't continue; the madman's attacks were becoming more ferocious.
With a thought, she scattered various poisons from the Ancient Space towards the man, as if her life depended on it. The man, surrounded by a cloud of poison, moved with a delay of 0.1 seconds.
An Yiqing's eyes lit up—now was the time!
She redirected all her inner breath into the Qingying Sword, and, seizing the man's moment of sluggishness, she charged towards him like a flying blade!
