C373 The Sword Drawing Arts(2)

Zhang Ye seemed to have a sudden realization, but it was too late to act on it. Clenching his jaw, he mustered all his strength and took a desperate, diagonal step—

In that step lay the difference between heaven and hell.

The chilling gleam that threatened to cleave his skull missed. Instinct, honed in the heat of crisis, had snatched Zhang Ye back from death's grasp. The cost, however