"This... can't be, can it?"
Li Xiaocheng, kneeling in midair in the distance, felt the deadly threat approaching from afar, and his brows throbbed wildly. This couldn't be, could it?
Did Ye Lin truly still have enough strength left to use a supreme technique?
What kind of joke was this? Could Ye Lin's immortal power really be inexhaustible?
What he did not know was that countless others had already asked the same question.
"This is bad. That sword strike... it will truly kill me."
Seeing Ye Lin enveloped in boundless power, Li Xiaocheng's expression changed drastically. This strike would truly kill him.
"As long as the green hills remain, there will be firewood to burn. Farewell."
At this sight, Li Xiaocheng no longer had any desire to resist. He turned and fled at once.
Ye Lin's immortal power was endless, and he tossed out supreme techniques as though they cost nothing. How was he supposed to block that? What could he use to block it?
Ye Lin could be so willful. He could not.
Earlier, in order to exhaust Ye Lin's immortal power, he had not hesitated to trade his own condition for Ye Lin's depletion.
And his goal had been achieved, yet it had not.
He himself had already suffered grievous injuries, while Ye Lin? He was still at the peak of his strength.
There was simply no comparison between them.
Meanwhile, the immortal power within his body was nearly depleted. If he chose to resist again, he would likely be the first to run dry.
He could not see through Ye Lin. Not at all.
"Trying to run? Are you sure you can run faster than my sword?"
Watching Li Xiaocheng transform into a streak of light and vanish beyond the horizon without hesitation, Ye Lin sneered inwardly.