Zhang Sen now held an absolute advantage. He could have proceeded step by step, slowly crushing Ye Tian to death.
That way, he would have stood in an invincible position.
Of course, Zhang Sen chose to directly kill this cultivator who had begun to grate on his eyes.
Ye Tian frowned and stared intently at Zhang Sen.
He did not dare relax in the slightest now and had no time to attend to his injuries.
Yet no matter how he pondered it, Ye Tian could not see through his opponent's immortal art.
His several failures just now had already made the problem clear. He had to first break through the opponent's immortal art.
Otherwise, Ye Tian would have absolutely no chance of winning this battle.
What troubled him most was that he had no time left.
Although the injury to his right shoulder had initially stabilized, the longer this dragged on, the less spiritual energy Ye Tian would be able to use.
His opponent's cultivation was far stronger than his own. He would definitely suffer in a war of attrition.
The cultivators watching also saw that Ye Tian had fallen into a dilemma. If he continued attacking, he could not even break through the other party's defenses, much less harm a single hair on him.
If he passively defended, it would be no different from sitting still and waiting for death.
So, Ye Tian, what would you choose?
Several cultivators with some discernment, including the referee Feng Wu, were waiting for Ye Tian's answer.
If they had traded places with Ye Tian, they would have had no solution either.
That was precisely why they were curious about Ye Tian's choice.
Because in their eyes, there was no choice now other than conceding the match.
However, these people were not Ye