Although it seemed he had made a clean getaway, Yi Tianyun knew that General Feng hadn't used his full strength. The general hadn't truly committed to a life-or-death struggle; his attacks were purely exploratory.
Fighting for one's life undoubtedly meant burning Essence Blood and using all sorts of Treasures to push one's power to an astonishing limit. This was something any Cultivator could do, and General Feng was certainly no exception. But he was handling the situation with such ease that he had absolutely no reason to resort to such measures.
"You have some decent strength. I wonder which power you represent. Are you from the Celestial Dragon Empire? Or perhaps an expert sent by another Empire to aid the Spirit Race Forest?" General Feng gripped his Celestial Wind Divine Sword and stared coldly into the woods, but he didn't charge in any further.
