To a Celestial Venerable like him, a month was no more than the flick of a finger, almost the span of a single breath.
Yet in that brief time, Ye Xiwen's strength had broken through to an entirely new realm, reaching a level where he could threaten him.
That was what was truly terrifying. According to the information the Moon City City Lord had previously revealed, Ye Xiwen had originally been merely at the Fifth Stage or Sixth Stage.
And he had achieved all this within just a hundred years.
No amount of importance placed on a person like this could be considered excessive.
"Having come this far, you have only yourself to blame for seeking death!" Ye Xiwen said with a cold laugh.
"You haven't won yet!" the Shadow Evil Lord shouted. Indeed, he no longer had absolute confidence in victory. Ye Xiwen, who had once been nothing more than meat in his palm, had unexpectedly reached a point where even he had to take him seriously. Still, he was confident he could protect himself.
He was a dignified Peak Celestial Venerable. Could it be that before an Eighth Stage Celestial Venerable, he could not even preserve his own life?
That would be the greatest humiliation imaginable!
The Shadow Evil Lord grabbed at the void, and the steel fork appeared in his hand. Chaos light coiled around it as it trembled faintly, evolving into a world of shadows. This shadow world was condensed from tens of thousands of Great Dao Laws, sheltering him within it. It was a domain.
Anyone entering this domain would be like stepping into a swamp, unable to move an inch. All manner of terrifying Shadow Laws flashed into talismans, possessing the dreadful power to injure even Peak Celestial Venerables.
This was the Shadow Evil