"The winner will be decided within the next two or three moves!"
Lin Bai was not the only one thinking this. Bu Junfeng held a similar view.
He stared at the two identical Lin Bais before him, his expression gradually twisting in pain.
The flesh-and-blood power he had drawn through the Soul Refinement Sect's secret art, Divine Refinement of All Living Things, contained far too many kinds of miscellaneous and discordant "spirituality."
If it had been only a small amount of flesh-and-blood spirituality, Bu Junfeng could have easily wiped it out. But now, with hundreds of thousands of vast spiritualities combined, they were powerful enough to reverse the tide and obliterate Bu Junfeng's own true spirit.
"I'm already nearing my limit. If I maintain the state of Divine Refinement of All Living Things any longer, I'll inevitably suffer a backlash from this spirituality. The consequences will be severe."
"I have to make a decision as soon as possible. Ideally, I'll defeat Lin Bai in a short time, then disperse the bloodstained baleful aura and spirituality from my body."
"I wonder how Brother Lin is doing right now?"
Bu Junfeng and Lin Bai were both assessing each other's condition and how long they could maintain it.
At this point, the martial contest was no longer a pure contest of cultivation or Mystic Arts and Dao Arts. It had become more like a clash of foundations.
The question was simply who could hold out until the end.
But this was only to be expected. After all, Lin Bai and Bu Junfeng were evenly matched in both cultivation strength and Mystic Arts and Dao Arts.
It was like two adults whose strength and speed were evenly matched. The only thing left to compete in was skill: who would collapse from exhaustion first, and