Crack, crack, crack.
The sounds of a Domain groaning under unbearable strain rang out one after another. Ye Lin's Domain continuously expanded, relentlessly squeezing Lin Feng's Domain, forcing Lin Feng to stagger backward beyond his control.
With every step he took back, he spat out a mouthful of blood, the aura around him steadily weakening.
"Go."
Ye Lin pointed a finger. Sword Qi formed from crimson petals slashed toward Lin Feng. The blood-red saber behind Lin Feng exploded into fragments, and his entire Domain shattered at once.
Like a kite with its string cut, Lin Feng was sent flying backward. His body smashed viciously into the light barrier at the edge of the Arena, then slid down onto the platform and fainted.
He looked utterly miserable, but his injuries were not fatal. Ye Lin had withdrawn his strength in time at the crucial moment. Lin Feng had merely passed out and would recover after resting for some time.
After all, Lin Feng had lost control just now. There was no need for him to hold Lin Feng's killing intent against him.
"Whew, Junior Brother Ye Lin wins."
Seeing the scene atop the Arena, Jiang Tian immediately announced the result. Some of the surrounding disciples finally snapped back to their senses, their faces still carrying a trace of unfulfilled excitement.
It was too spectacular. This battle had been far too spectacular—even more thrilling than battles between disciples at the peak of the Earth Immortal Realm.
Those peak Earth Immortal disciples deliberately concealed their abilities. They never brought out their true strength, and every fight was merely for show—a pass-through performance to rake in money.
There was no meaning to it at all. Yet this battle had been a feast for their eyes. Even if they had lost every last immortal stone,