Just as Situ Tingting was still shocked by Yang Yan's true identity, on the other side, Yang Yan, as the central figure, was already clashing with the leader of the man in black robe.
Since they were at sea and mostly surrounded by people from the Hidden World, the two of them went all out.
As they kept attacking, the surrounding seawater was either forcibly split apart by the power of rending space, taking long to come together again, or blasted into towering waves like a black storm.
"From the moment I saw you, I knew you were very strong. I was even prepared to perish together with you."
"But I didn't expect you to be this strong. Perhaps your claim that you'd take me down in three minutes wasn't just empty talk, was it?"
The man stared intently at Yang Yan, speaking with a touch of self-mockery.
At this moment, one of his arms hung limp, swaying continuously in the fierce wind.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the arm was useless.
