C687 Imprisoned Strength

Crackling sounds rang in Ye Tian's ears. The whip in the old man's hand was like a snake, continuously forcing Ye Tian back.

"I've never heard of anyone who uses a whip in the continent. How could there be such an expert here?" Ye Tian continuously retreated, but the old man's whip was like a maggot that clung to his bones as it continuously wrapped around Ye Tian.

"Old man