Riiip...
The power of thunder surged forth, forcing Li Changsheng back at once.
So close—he had come just that close to falling for Li Changsheng's trick.
"What formidable Primordial Spirit power. What swift reactions."
Li Changsheng looked at Ye Lin in astonishment. The transformations of his Twelve Swords of Gods and Ghosts were unfathomable and impossible to guard against. With this move, he had cut down countless prodigies without fail.
He had never expected Ye Lin's reaction speed to be so fast.
From constructing the illusion to drawing his sword, not even a single breath had passed.
Yet within that fleeting instant, Ye Lin had reacted.
Such responsiveness was truly breathtaking.
"Twelve Swords of Gods and Ghosts, Ghostslayer."
Li Changsheng spoke again. In an instant, the scene before Ye Lin shifted once more. The purple-gold radiance that had filled the surroundings dissipated, replaced by a cold, green glow.
The lofty, supreme aura likewise transformed into one of eerie terror.
For a moment, Ye Lin felt the temperature of the surrounding space drop several degrees, and he could not help shivering.
"One move is enough when used once. A second time, though—no one will be willing to play along with you."
Ye Lin sneered, raising the Time Measuring Ruler in his hand. Endless laws of time surged forth. This time, Ye Lin did not use the power of his Primordial Spirit.
Instead, he used the incomparably powerful laws of time to forcibly tear apart this illusory space.
The moment the illusory space shattered, Ye Lin saw three Li Changsheng surrounding him at the very center.
For a moment, Ye Lin was dazed, but when a sharp pain stabbed through his brow, he swiftly came to his senses.
"Nine Heavens Profound Thunder Sword Art, Thunderfall."
Ye Lin raised the Time Measuring Ruler