Slaying the Yan Realm, Battling the Heavenly Prodigies

Lin Yi ascended, his Veil of Illusion operating at full capacity to perfectly mask his life force, energy fluctuations, and even the faint air currents stirred by his flight.

After flying upward for about half a standard hour, a clear energy signature popped up at the edge of his perception.

Early World-Deriving Rank.

Lin Yi paused, focused his senses for a moment longer, and then reached his judgment.

A good target for a practice run.

After a brief thought, Lin Yi decided to strike.

Although his Source Energy was now comparable to the early World-Deriving Rank and, theoretically, he could easily handle an ordinary World-Deriving Rank Tree Spirit, he still needed to verify the specifics through actual combat.

With that thought, Lin Yi's mind stirred, and the Space-Time Law runes within his body suddenly flared to life.

The next moment, his figure vanished into thin air, reappearing directly in front of the Tree Spirit—which was currently glowing with a cyan jade luster—at a distance of less than three meters.

Shock and horror had just begun to surface in the Tree Spirit's emerald eyes.

However.

Time stopped.

Centered on Lin Yi, an invisible ripple of space-time expanded, completely freezing the Tree Spirit.

The energy radiance flowing across the Tree Spirit's body instantly stiffened, and even the alarms and counter-attack thoughts that should have erupted in its consciousness were forcibly pressed with a pause button.

Lin Yi did not hesitate for a second; he raised his right fist, and the power of space-time gathered frantically at his knuckles.

He then threw a punch—silent and soundless, yet it seemed to drain the surrounding light.

His fist landed precisely on the Tree Spirit's chest.

Puff.

A muffled sound, so faint it was almost inaudible.

The Tree Spirit's rigid body shuddered violently, and the radiance