In the Void, Yang Ling streaked through the air, his expression solemn.
As he steadily drew closer to Li Tian's position, a faint red glow began to spread from his body, like a veil of blood mist shrouding him.
The red light grew ever brighter, its might increasingly fierce.
Li Tian, who had been standing silently in place all this time, finally noticed. He turned toward the direction Yang Ling was coming from, a scornful sneer curling across his lips.
At last, Yang Ling stopped three hundred miles away from Li Tian. Red light blazed around him as the power of the Red Talisman was driven to its utmost limit, ready to be unleashed at any moment. The tremendous force made his robes flap violently and sent his hair flying.
He stared at Li Tian with grave concentration. At the slightest improper movement from his opponent, the Red Talisman's power would immediately erupt.
Their eyes met. Li Tian slightly raised one hand, aimed it toward Yang Ling, then crooked a finger. His mocking voice followed. "Do you dare?"
Yang Ling did not respond!
Though Hu Dequan and Meng Xu each carried a Red Talisman besides him, these were the Red Talisman Society's last few talismans. Every one used meant one less remaining, so he truly did not dare make the first move.
The Red Talisman's power was certainly terrifying, but he had no confidence it could kill a Sunlight in one stroke. Once he activated it, if Li Tian did not die, then he certainly would.
He did not dare gamble. Thus, no matter how Li Tian mocked and provoked him, he treated it as wind passing by his ears and focused solely on his task.
Seeing that Yang Ling did nothing, Li Tian gave a soft snort and ignored