After Ye Lin vanished from sight, the black mist following close behind seemed to have lost its target. It lingered in the air for a moment, then turned and charged toward the woman.
"What the hell is that thing? That punch of mine just now was enough to threaten that previous monster, yet the woman blocked it so effortlessly."
Standing within the boundless void, Ye Lin murmured with lingering fear.
That punch had been the pinnacle of his strength. Within the Mahayana stage, any cultivator would have had to treat it with the utmost caution—those peerless prodigies included.
Yet the woman had blocked it without the slightest pressure. The expression she had shown was too relaxed, far too relaxed, as though she had merely done something utterly insignificant.
"This thing's cultivation is definitely not at the Mahayana stage."
Just moments ago, Ye Lin had even entertained the ridiculous thought of bringing out all his trump cards to resist her. But at this moment, he recognized reality.
That woman was not at the Mahayana stage at all. There was an extremely high chance that she was above it. Among Mahayana cultivators, no one could receive such a peak punch from him so easily.
He had absolute confidence in his own strength.
It was confidence that had naturally accumulated over time, not blind arrogance.
Ye Lin waved before him, and a screen of light appeared ahead. Within it was the scene inside the secret realm.
Any world had layers of space, and where Ye Lin stood was the spatial layer of this secret realm. However, he could not remain here for too long.
After all, this was merely a secret realm. The strength of heaven and earth here was not particularly great; if he stayed too long, this spatial layer would collapse.