He belonged to the kind above True Immortal yet below Primordial Unity—he could also be called a half-step Primordial Unity.
That was the benefit of being invincible: the more fortune one possessed, the stronger one became.
At this moment, Ye Lin had gone far, far too far along the True Immortal realm. His foundation had already become exceedingly profound.
That was why he could break through into the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm at any time. In the True Immortal realm, it seemed he had already reached the end of the road.
All he needed to do now was work on his domain—comprehend it by every possible means until it reached perfection—then enter Primordial Unity with absolutely invincible qualifications and become a truly flawless Primordial Unity.
An early-stage flawless Primordial Unity could slay a peak-stage defective Primordial Unity.
That was the gap between flawless Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals and defective Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals.
The gap was simply that vast.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Just as Ye Lin sank into thought, explosions rang out from the distant sky. He immediately turned and focused his gaze, only to see Zhang Feng and Qin Feng engaged in their final desperate struggle.
Every trace of Zhang Feng's bloodline burned as he unleashed his ultimate strike, while Qin Feng also swung his blade with all his strength. At that moment, both of them gave everything they had, exhausting every last resource for the sake of claiming the final victory.
The radiance of the Dao and the Void True Flame converged, forming an enormous firework in the air. After that, the two of them vanished without a trace.
Yet in Ye Lin's perception, Zhang Feng still retained a faint thread of life, whereas Qin Feng's aura was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.