Ah Dai still floated in midair, his eyes ablaze as he stared at Di Ya, his fighting spirit of the ninth level of the Live Alive Decision pressing down continuously on his opponent.
Di Ya felt her breathing becoming increasingly difficult, as if myriad heavy stones were continuously pounding on her, cold sweat streaming down her forehead. At this moment, she suddenly felt that Ah Dai's earlier claim of defeating her in one move was no empty boast. The sense of defeat made her already weaker fighting spirit even less effective as she kept retreating.
