King Yanluo seemed to be in a hurry, completely abandoning his previously cautious fighting style as he relentlessly pursued Taotie.
The sword in his hand swung so fast it left behind afterimages.
The attacks poured down on Taotie in a ceaseless barrage.
But thinking about it, it was easy to understand why King Yanluo was so anxious.
After all, every single second now was consuming his future health as the price.
Anyone who put themselves in his shoes would also hurry like King Yanluo.
Maybe they'd even be more frantic.
Wishing they could just fly over and bite him.
But sometimes, simply being desperate doesn't help.
No matter how fiercely King Yanluo unleashed his attacks, Taotie was able to maintain his calm composure.
He could even occasionally throw in some flippant remarks to taunt King Yanluo, critiquing flaws in his techniques.
It made King Yanluo so enraged he practically turned into Zhang Fei, wanting to stab Taotie a thousand times over.
