Yu Linglong had truly not expected Ye Qingying's willpower to be so formidable.
The agony caused by the Poisonous Insect Poison would have knocked an ordinary person unconscious the moment the flute sounded.
Yet even after she played for so long, with blood flowing from his nose and mouth, he could still grip his long sword and slowly walk towards her.
His steps were heavy, as though he could barely move, but he was still moving, wasn't he?
Did he truly not fear the heart-wrenching pain?
Yu Linglong played the flute while desperately retreating.
Ye Qingying's long sword swung again.
But clearly, this time, there was hardly any Sword Qi left.
Yu Linglong felt relieved, continued to play the flute, and slowly got up from the ground.
Her body was covered in injuries, and the acute pain almost made her collapse.
But if she collapsed, Ye Qingying would regain his freedom and immediately take her life.
She couldn't collapse, for to do so would be a dead end.