"Fight if you must!"

As Ye Tianming's words fell, Yin Zhihang didn't waste time with words. He formed a gesture with his fingers, and several bursts of magical power, condensed from the spiritual energy within him, shot towards Ye Tianming with a whistling sound.

Ye Tianming, only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, couldn't withstand this assault. The magical bursts struck his chest, sending him flying backward, crashing to the ground, and spitting blood.

Watching from the sidelines, Yin Miaomiao felt her heart sink into despair.