The Ye Lin of before might very well have fallen for it, but don't forget—the current Ye Lin was no longer the Ye Lin of before.
What he had not expected was that this was merely a phantom, yet it could not only block his sword strike but also seize that opening to cast an illusion upon him.
It was truly chilling.
"Sever."
Ye Lin's eyes flew open. A streak of sword light flashed forth, cleaving through every delusion, as though the chaos of heaven and earth had been split apart by a single sword.
Within only a few breaths, Ye Lin regained his clarity.
"Sure enough, every prodigy of the Star River Cosmos is extraordinarily formidable. Had it been another Heavenly Immortal expert, they might truly have found this troublesome."
"But you are facing me. Though I do not know what realm your true body has reached, as nothing more than a phantom, you are not enough to stop me."
As Ye Lin finished speaking, the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox phantom gradually dissipated. Yet at the very instant it vanished completely, those eyes gave Ye Lin a profound look.
At that moment, Ye Lin sensed death—the great terror that lay between life and death.
A gaze had looked upon him through the boundless void from an unimaginably distant place.
"Huh? What realm is that? Just one glance made me feel death itself."
Ye Lin's expression turned grave. That gaze had merely swept over him lightly, carrying no particular meaning, yet that single distant look had made him feel death.
And it had crossed an endlessly remote expanse of void to do so.
This was simply too horrifying.
"What exactly is that? What is the origin of this phantom? What exactly is its true body?"
"Still, as long as I kill