The sea of knowledge of every inborn martial artist is a small world, under the control of spirit, disillusioned, illusory, memory piled up, as if by heart, under the control of will, as strong as a fortress.

in Yiyu's fortress, however, countless storms have appeared, agitating Yiyu's will and suppressing Yiyu's soul. The soul killing charm has become a thick chain, running through nothingness and blocking all consciousness and thoughts.

"I'm not as good as you, but I won't lose to you as I am to spirit and will."

suddenly, Yi Yu's blood spewed out, his eyes were full of light, his spirit was like a knife, his momentum was...