Suddenly, the ground in front of Luo shattered without warning, and several thorny thistles sprouted, entangling Luo's slender body, almost tripping her.
Luo's paws shot out an Ice Blade into the ground, barely stabilizing her form.
Yet, this attack made her view the unassuming youth before her as unfathomably deep,
"…such Skill should belong to the Plant Clan, how do you know this move?"
The Sword Blade swept past Luo's body, while Yang Yu launched a continuous onslaught of attacks, responding while he fought:
"Having one or two secrets I don't want others to know is understandable. I've said not to sweat the small stuff. Instead of worrying about that, you should think about how to escape."
"This level can't stop me."
Enduring several of Yang Yu's attacks, Luo's body emitted Cold Air, instantly freezing and shattering the crisp thorns, the chill penetrating deep. Yang Yu withdrew his sword and put distance between himself and Luo,
