Ye Xunhuan quickly adjusted his breath in secret, slowly exhaling a murky breath from his mouth and said patiently, "Old thing, is this your power?"
"What do you think of my power?"
"If this is all you have, wanting to kill me is nothing more than a joke!"
Though Ye Xunhuan knew that Jonah in front of him was difficult to deal with, he also understood the concept of not losing the battle even if one loses the person.
He was even more aware of the crucial importance of momentum when the two are fighting with their lives.
It's like two armies clashing on an ancient battlefield; even if one side is vastly outnumbered, if one has the momentum like a rainbow, while the other is like a beaten eggplant, victory can still be achieved.
Jonah wasn't angered by Ye Xunhuan's words, instead, he let out a sinister laugh, "Little guy, let's see how long your tough talk lasts."
Then Jonah raised his staff sharply, like a god or devil, slashing towards Ye Xunhuan from several meters away!
