Time flies quickly; it's almost ten minutes.
The Lion King's head and hand are soaked with sweat, his gaze growing heavier with each passing moment.
The massive gunblade in his hand is buzzing with a "whirring" sound.
He's making final preparations, awaiting Yang Yan's terrifying strike.
Ten minutes isn't very long, but if such a great effort yields no results, it means the target hasn't been on the road, likely got off somewhere along the way.
That means Su Ye is in danger.
"Millennia of words fall into the dust; three feet of green blades can't kill all desires!"
Yang Yan murmured softly, and the space around him began to distort with each syllable spoken.
Above, the azure sky suddenly seemed to undergo an eclipse, turning black in an instant.
"Battle fiercely, break the world!"
The Lion King roared, charging at Yang Yan.
The gunblade in his hand pierced the air with a harsh screech.
Boom!