C563 Sword Skill Confrontation(3)

"You've lost!"

Wan Ning's voice, tinged with a hint of frost, carried swiftly through the air. Lin Yu sensed trouble brewing. Suspended in midair, he heard not a whisper, leaving no doubt about the whereabouts of the lightning. The sensation of imminent danger prickling at his back could only mean the trajectory of the Divine Thunder had shifted, now bearing down on him with lethal intent