The Heavenly Race Old Ancestor evidently realized this problem as well. He originally thought he had an absolute chance of winning because it was impossible for Ye Xiwen to contend with him at the Ninth Stage no matter what.
After all, they were separated by two realms. No matter how strong Ye Xiwen was, it was meaningless. If he seized the time, there might still be hope of killing Ye Xiwen; this was the only way he could possibly continue to survive.
Yet now, Ye Xiwen told him with practical action that he was overthinking things, and it was still uncertain who the prey and the hunter were.
However, he was a formidable lord who had once roamed across domains. Although he was beaten by that peerless enemy until he almost lost all confidence, now, with the recovery of his strength, his past self-confidence and fierceness had also been found again.
He was unwilling to just sit back and die like this.
The power he gained by forcibly driving his remaining life was certainly limited, but did the secret art with which Ye Xiwen forcibly stimulated his own potential really have no effect on himself at all?
Therefore, he still had a chance of winning; at least, he thought so.
With a slight shake of his wrist, the bloodstain on his palm had already vanished, having merely been ruptured by Ye Xiwen's terrifying force, and a single breath was enough to heal it completely.
With a hum!, the entire chaos burst apart. Under the impact of the Heavenly Race Old Ancestor's boundless aura, the boundless and endless chaos was ignited. Time, space, and everything else lost all meaning in the presence of this aura.
Within heaven and earth, this was the supreme and invincible existence.
The Heavenly Race Old Ancestor