After all, the two armies were still separated by thirty thousand star miles. Thirty thousand star miles might seem like a vast distance, but to powerful cultivators, it was nothing at all. The residual shockwaves unleashed when Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals fought without restraint could reach well beyond thirty thousand star miles.
"What exactly is Ye Lin thinking? How can he still remain so steady even now? What is he relying on? Or has he truly reached the end of the road? Is he really determined to fight me to the bitter end?"
Li Changsheng paced back and forth within the great hall. Below him, the Buddhist Sect's prodigies and the prodigies he had brought stared wide-eyed at one another. Everyone tacitly kept silent, watching the scene in utter silence.
"What is he relying on? What does he intend to do? He can keep his nerve this well—does he no longer care about his title as an invincible one?"
By now, Li Changsheng had completely stopped caring about his image. Ye Lin had performed so poorly, yet why did the Qilin Clan still trust him so much?
He had pressured Ye Lin like this precisely to make the Qilin Clan behind him doubt him, then force them to pressure Ye Lin.
With the Qilin Clan pressuring Ye Lin, and himself pressuring Ye Lin as well, under the weight of twofold pressure, he refused to believe Ye Lin would not follow the path he had laid out.
But now, seven days had passed. The people he had hired had cursed for seven whole days, yet the Qilin Clan had not made a single move. Ye Lin still held all authority even now. This completely defied reason.
It shouldn't be like this. It truly shouldn't be like this.
Could it be that