Two figures battled within the cramped space, the power of Daluo Golden Immortals echoing without end.
The sole exit had long since been guarded by three clones. Not even a fly from outside could enter.
Nor could anything inside escape.
Only one of Ye Lin and Luo Rulie could survive.
Yet from beginning to end, Luo Rulie was the one destined to die.
That was an indisputable fact.
With a booming explosion, Luo Rulie was smashed brutally into the ground by Ye Lin.
Blood spilled continuously from his mouth as he stared at Ye Lin with utter disbelief.
"How can you possibly be this strong?"
Luo Rulie asked, his face filled with shock.
"Why am I so strong? Because my original resolve has never changed."
After Ye Lin spoke softly, two swords were laid across Luo Rulie's neck.
Though this fellow possessed the cultivation of a mid-stage Daluo Golden Immortal, every move he made was timid and hesitant, utterly lacking any ruthlessness.
Either he had not experienced a life-and-death battle for far too long.
Or he had always lived beneath others, constantly suppressed by them until his ambitions had been crushed deep within him.
And that was precisely why Luo Rulie fought so timidly.
A Daluo Golden Immortal was a transcendent powerhouse.
Since he was a Great Luo Transcendence powerhouse, he should have been peerlessly arrogant. How could he bow beneath another and let himself be summoned and dismissed at will?
"Heh, there are too many uncertainties in this world, too much that goes against one's wishes, too much helplessness."
"Everything I did was merely an act born of helplessness."
"I understand. If you want to kill me, then kill me."
Hearing Ye Lin's words, Luo Rulie spread his hands.
With a cold laugh, Luo Rulie slowly closed his eyes.