Why?!!
The incredible opportunity that he had risked death and racked his brains to create was easily annihilated by a sidestep.
For a moment, Yang Yan only wished to forget everything, slash his blade across this man's face.
However, two things prevented this urge.
The first was the inhibition induced by his calm self-control—he absolutely couldn't engage in a bitter battle with this person here and now.
The other was the helplessness imposed objectively on him—he flexed his fingers, he frustratingly didn't have a knife in his hand.
Yang Yan didn't even spare a glance for the man flying towards him; he didn't have a moment to breathe, he was once again consumed by the act of escaping.
The man behind him had changed from Seven Level to Six Level. Honestly speaking, the pressure had drastically decreased, but his predicament didn't improve; it had instead fallen into despair.