"I'd like to see how long you can hold out!" The Wild Sky Hall Master sneered coldly. "If I'm not mistaken, your physical body is about to collapse too, isn't it?"
His gaze was indeed exceptionally sharp. The Eye of Redemption seemed capable of seeing through the truths of the universe and the Myriad Realms, unraveling everything. In an instant, he saw through the source of Ye Xiwen's strength and, drawing on his abundant experience, immediately judged that Ye Xiwen was likely forcing himself to endure this divine power with the strength of his physical body.
Although he had fallen into a disadvantage, he was not discouraged, because he had not lost to Ye Xiwen, but to that surge of divine power. Yet that divine power did not belong to Ye Xiwen himself. Sooner or later, it would be exhausted; it could not possibly be used forever.
Even if Ye Xiwen wished to use it for an extended period, his physical body would be unable to withstand the devastation and scouring of such immense power for long.
Compared to mortals, the power of gods was simply too vast. Even if only a tiny remnant of divine power remained, it could still leave him—a supreme myth realm expert hailed as one of the ten greatest experts of the Profound Realm—in a flurry of confusion.
"At the very least, I can hold out until I kill you!" Ye Xiwen sneered.
The Wild Sky Hall Master said no more and threw another punch. The Fist of Redemption erupted, its vast and surging power boiling forth. Though he could not match Ye Xiwen in divine power, his cultivation was ultimately deeper than Ye Xiwen's—far deeper.
"Rescue the suffering and relieve the distressed!"
With that punch, the phantom of an unparalleled divine fist finally fully