The monkey scratched his ears and cheeks in agitation.
"Chirp~ Why not just beat him to death?"
Bai Yujun shook her head.
"Wait a little longer. We can't rush this. I don't want to set off firecrackers in my own living room."
His defeat was only a matter of time. The troublesome part was that Bai Yujun could not guarantee she could interrupt his mutual destruction. When an Outer Realm Saint was driven into despair, he would certainly ignite his origin. A Saint's final madness could not be underestimated. Bai Yujun currently could not calculate the power of her Dragon Soul Nascent Soul either, because there was no precedent. The surrounding star systems might well be reduced to dust, which was truly vexing.
She held the dragon spear in her right hand, while the slender fingers of her left hand trembled slightly. She wanted to thoroughly grind him to death as soon as possible, yet feared he would go mad.
Wait a little longer.
Keep the River of Time washing over him, leaving him just a little room—leaving him that thread of hope for survival.
Seeing the elderly Outer Realm Saint turn into an old turtle, Bai Yujun began setting up Defense Formations outside the dragon sphere, building layer upon layer.
The River of Time continued to scour him, mercilessly and slowly peeling away cocoon after cocoon.
The naked eye could see strands of gold being washed from the little sphere's surface, forming flickering golden wisps downstream. The old man was like a stone at the bottom of a rushing river, passively enduring the grinding and polishing.
Bai Yujun controlled it with perfect precision, discreetly leaving behind a flaw and granting him hope of survival.
As long as there was the slightest possibility of living, no one would casually give