Yoon Yong-Il has been pushed into the defensive. Although she can see the attacks and can predict their trajectory, it was too fast for her body to react to, but she mitigated the damage caused by the attack by blocking it using her [Abyssal Fang].
"Impressive. Well, to be honest, you can only amount to this much, since there's not much mana in this place.
"Fuck you!"
Yoon Yong-Il was about to use her skill [Ancient Terror], but the silver-haired lady retreated her blade and jumped a few meters apart from her. She smiled, then said.
"Well then, that was an amazing fight, but looks like it went on for far too long, so see you next time."
She winked at Yoon Yong-Il, then ran away. Yoon Yong-Il was about to give chase, but remembered why she was there. She cursed and when she tried figuring out where she is; she doesn't have a single clue. All she knows is that when they were fighting, they moved a lot and winded up in the middle of nowhere.