Each of them fought with extreme caution, treating Supreme Arts as trump cards and relying on the element of surprise.
Ordinary battles usually began with mutual attrition, testing endurance and attention to detail.
Only when the time was right would they use a Supreme Art to finish things.
But now? Ye Lin had opened with one Supreme Art after another, as if Supreme Arts cost nothing.
He was also burning through immortal power as though it were free.
Was he treating Supreme Arts like basic attacks?
"Damn it. After this, let's see whether the immortal power in your body can still support you in continuing the fight."
Li Xiaocheng gritted his teeth inwardly and got back to his feet. After this exchange, he refused to believe that Ye Lin would still have enough immortal power to use Supreme Arts.
If Ye Lin exhausted his immortal power, then he would be the final victor.
"Sever."
Ye Lin had no idea what Li Xiaocheng was thinking. If he did, Ye Lin would only have said one thing: You're overthinking it.
The power of immortal fortune within him was practically inexhaustible, replenishing itself every moment. It was merely a matter of how fast.
But judging by Li Xiaocheng's state, there was absolutely no problem with smashing him to death using Supreme Arts.
"Spear Intent, Spear of Final Judgment."
Li Xiaocheng gritted his teeth, rose to his feet, and used a Supreme Art once more. The long spear in his hand blazed with light, while a phantom formed from Spear Intent appeared behind him.
The Supreme Art was immensely powerful, leaving Ye Lin nowhere to dodge.
If he took two Supreme Arts head-on, even if he did not die, he would be crippled.
Ye Lin had forcibly shattered his fighting rhythm, forcing him to