The old man advanced step by step, and the terrifying pressure belonging to the Mid Divine King Realm once again descended like a shroud.
It was like an invisible mountain, intent on crushing Yang Lingtian to pieces.
In his eyes, this young man before him had already exhausted all his strength.
He was merely a fish on the chopping block, at the old man's mercy.
In the distance, Yang Dingtian, who had been sent flying, struggled to get back up.
But his injuries were too severe. The instant he moved, he spat out another mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with despair and unwillingness.
"Big brother!"
He roared, yet there was nothing he could do.
However, just as the gray-robed old man came within ten meters of Yang Lingtian and prepared to extend his eagle claws to twist his neck, something unexpected happened.
Yang Lingtian, who should have been at the end of his strength, slowly raised his head.
His face was as pale as paper. Not only did it show no trace of fear, but the corners of his mouth also curved into a chilling arc.
"Old fool, you really think this is over?"
Yang Lingtian's voice was soft, yet it made the gray-robed old man feel that something was wrong.
"What?"
The old man's heart suddenly lurched, and a powerful sense of unease surged within him.
He stared fixedly at Yang Lingtian, unable to understand where this kid found the confidence to act so boldly in such a state.
"You... what other tricks are you planning? Trying to confuse me with empty theatrics?"
The old man shouted angrily to bolster his courage, and his feet moved even faster.
His withered eagle claws tore through the air as they shot straight for Yang Lingtian's throat.
He had to kill