He was wagering. Wagering that either Wang Lin’s flying sword stabbed him first or his own huge sword chopped him down first. If Wang Lin used the instant shifting to escape, then obviously he could not control the flying sword as he did that. Teng Li planned to use that chance to escape. In his current state, he was near the end of the oil lamp. If he continued staying in this area, without a doubt, he would be looking for his own road of death.