Next, Ye Lin stood with his arms folded, watching the fierce battle between the Spirit King and Ling Qing'er.
Ling Qing'er would definitely come looking for his trail—he had known that all along. Everything was within his calculations.
See? Hadn't it worked out perfectly now?
All he had to do was sit atop the mountain and watch the tiger fight, quietly enjoying the show.
Still, it had to be said that Ling Qing'er's strength truly was extraordinary.
To battle the Spirit King, a Daluo Golden Immortal at the peak, for so long and still hold on until now—she really had some skill.
But if things continued like this, Ling Qing'er's defeat was only a matter of time.
Even so, being able to endure for this long meant Ling Qing'er had quite a few abilities.
And those abilities were certainly not few.
Suddenly, a terrifying boom rang out. Ling Qing'er's body flew into the distance like a kite with its string cut.
"Big brother, awesome."
Even at a time like this, Ye Lin did not forget to flatter him.
"Hahaha, little brother, I like hearing you talk. What you say is exactly what big brother likes to hear."
The Spirit King burst into laughter, then walked step by step toward the heavily injured Ling Qing'er.
Ling Qing'er looked at the Spirit King in despair, then glanced at Ye Lin in the distance. She felt that there was no hope left in life, as though the sky itself had gone dark.
From beginning to end, she had not known what had happened. Then, somehow, she had ended up in this state.
She did not know what kind of deal these two had made.
A toad at the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal was truly outrageous.
But she was far from being its