"What's going on? Why isn't Ye Lin taking the initiative to attack?"
"No idea. Li Tian used to be a Madman, and a powerful one at that. I used to think highly of him, but now I'm starting to look down on him instead."
"I look down on him too. Too despicable—only coming out to show off when Ye Lin is exhausted. I really can't stand this kind of trash."
"Ye Lin is the one with true great wisdom. He may seem unwilling to attack now, but he's actually recovering his strength. After all, a pack of dragons is still watching him closely."
"That's right. If Ye Lin uses up the little strength he's just recovered to kill Li Tian now, then once the dragons swarm in, he'll definitely die."
"How clever. He's deliberately provoking Li Tian with words, making him gradually lose his mind and turn into a tool for restoring Ye Lin's strength."
"When he kills Li Tian, it will mean he has fully recovered enough strength to carve his way out of the encirclement."
"Smart, clever, strong, talented—a good man."
As the saying went, those in the thick of it were befuddled, while onlookers saw clearly. The powerful experts watching from afar had long since figured out Ye Lin's intentions.
Yet Li Tian, who was fighting Ye Lin, was gradually sinking into rage.
His temper had never been good, and he had even less control over his emotions. Otherwise, he would not have been called the Madman. Now, provoked by Ye Lin like this, his blood was steadily rising.
"What? Is this all the strength you have? After all this time, you can't even hurt me?"
"Even if I'm at my limit, I'm still not someone you can compare yourself to. Have those ants behind you come