However, it was of no use. If the fat man continued standing there maintaining his spell rhythm, that would be one thing. But this retreat scattered his focus, and amidst the change in pace, errors appeared in the rhythm of the spell frenzy. Lu Ye, with his rich combat experience, managed to seize these fleeting errors precisely, and rapidly closed the distance to the fat man.
The fat man's expression began to panic, and several times he made mistakes in casting his spells, making the situation increasingly dire.
In less than ten breaths, the two were already just thirty feet apart!
Lu Ye leapt high into the air, like an eagle soaring in the sky, and as he descended, his long saber spun like the moon.
The fat man's face turned extremely pale, seeming terrified, feeling the fierce power of this strike, he cried out: "My life is over!"
Despite saying this, he ferociously punched towards the direction where Lu Ye was positioned.
