If one had to compare them—
The two who were currently locked in an evenly matched battle—
The divine being's power of consciousness was like a tiny candle flame, yet incomparably bright, radiating warmth. No matter how the wind and rain raged around it, it would not be extinguished—stubbornly tenacious.
Lin Cheng, meanwhile, was like a bright moon!
The moonlight he cast down was vast and boundless, illuminating the entire world, yet incomparably cold.
At times, when sparse clouds drifted across it, that moonlight would grow exceedingly dim.
Moonlight was cold; it could not convey much warmth.
The two were clearly worlds apart in quantity, yet they somehow fought to a standstill.
Of course, Lin Cheng was merely familiarizing himself with his power. Every movement carried a hint of casual indolence... while the divine being opposite him had already begun fighting for his life, yet could barely hold on. It was not that he was strong enough, but that whenever he was about to give out, Lin Cheng would ease up slightly and let him keep enduring...
The cycle repeated itself.
For a time, it seemed as though Lin Cheng were deliberately tormenting the divine being, leaving the latter on the verge of tears.
What kind of nonsense was this?
He had been minding his own business when someone suddenly came knocking, dragged him into a fight, and proceeded to beat him senseless.
The other party's power of consciousness was an outright ocean. In a certain sense, the disparity in their strength was simply beyond comparison.
At first, this divine being had still felt some anger and harbored thoughts of striking back. But as the battle went on, all that remained in his heart was terror.
He did not want to fight anymore.
Because he had realized that he had