He was anxious now—extremely anxious. He had to step into the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm after resolving the True Immortal battlefield, or he would be in danger.
As long as he stepped into the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm, even if the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal battlefield collapsed, he would have the strength to protect himself.
Otherwise, just like now, once the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal battlefield collapsed, he would not possess even the slightest ability to defend himself.
His life and death would be in someone else's hands. He did not like that feeling.
"Then be careful."
Li Xiaoyao's expression turned grave. Though his Primordial Spirit was incomplete, his battle instincts were inborn.
It was as if he had been born knowing how to fight.
In an instant, Li Xiaoyao's body turned into an afterimage. When he reappeared, he was already before Ye Lin.
Ye Lin, however, did not draw the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor. He intended to fight Li Xiaoyao hand-to-hand and experience the Great Dao of Strength at close range.
For a time, the two figures clashed incessantly above the heavens, trading blow for blow, every punch landing solidly on flesh.
Meanwhile, Li Xiaoyao's peculiar power directly suppressed Ye Lin. Ye Lin naturally recognized that force—it was the undying will of Li Xiaoyao's Fate Rank.
This was also the power Ye Lin needed most, because he was currently being suppressed by the dao aura of the Great Dao of Strength.
Only by standing at death's doorstep could one comprehend the true essence of death.
That was precisely what Ye Lin was doing now. Only through truly exchanging blows could he gain enlightenment amid battle.
As he fought Ye Lin, Li Xiaoyao grew more and more excited. It had been a long time since he