517 Death's Hand

Wei Chen had experience with chasing, so he anticipated One Inch Ash's slash. With a sigh, Windward Formation leaned to the side, wishing he could dodge and keep running. If it were any other ordinary player, Wei Chen's move would be sufficient enough, but how could Qiao Yifan be considered an ordinary player? Even the most insignificant pro player was still an expert. They couldn't be compared to normal players.

The sword light followed Windward Formation's twisted body, Wei Chen saw it coming. He couldn't do anything about it except attempt to dodge more drastically. If it were a 1v1 battle, it would have been better. Wei Chen would've been able to handle it, but Lord Grim wasn't far away. By the time he escaped from One Inch Ash's sword, Lord Grim would be there to take his place.

He now realized this was a dead end. His plans to enter the dungeon were hopeless.