Conveniently shifting the blame

Han Qi felt immense regret.

He had drawn out the battle flag to turn the dispiriting situation around with it, but he had never imagined that Ling Han was even stronger than he was. The treasured swords he possessed were even stronger, making his disadvantage become more and more obvious.

"Damn it!" he roared in a low voice, and suddenly turned around to flee.

He was no match, so what was the point of battling to the death?

However, the space here overlapped greatly. When he ran over, he had spent countless time, and it was the same if he wanted to leave. He would have to spend a great amount of time to calculate and deduce the path to leave, but where would he get such time in the present situation?

Ling Han did not personally pursue him, but he slashed out with his sword, which tore a rip into space and reached right in front of Han Qi.

This scared Han Qi half to death. What was going on here?