He knew Galasha planned to use its home-field advantage to fight a war of attrition.
SHHHNK!
A sharp sound tore through the air to Lin Ye's left without warning.
A strike of black wind from its claws ripped through the sandstorm, aiming straight for his temple.
CLANG!
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Lin Ye didn't even turn around. With a flick of his spear's shaft to the left, he precisely parried the gale from its claws.
The sound of clashing metal had yet to fade.
To his right, from behind, and from above!
Three more gales, from even more difficult angles, followed in quick succession, sealing off all his escape routes.
Lin Ye neither dodged nor retreated. The Star-Piercing Spear in his hands became a black, coiling dragon, its continuous afterimages blocking all three attacks.
However, once the attack failed, Galasha's form vanished back into the sandstorm without a moment's hesitation.
