Yet the truth was that Ye Lin had not only failed to dodge, but met them head-on, shattering the formation with the utmost force he could wield.
How was that possible?
All three of them were at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm. Once the Three Talents Grand Formation had gathered, even if three peak Daluo Golden Immortal cultivators came at once, they would have to be cautious—cautious and then cautious again.
Even three peak Daluo Golden Immortal cultivators would not dare clash with it head-on.
But what about the man before them?
He had broken their grand formation head-on, choosing the most direct, hardest possible way to collide with it.
And this fellow was only at the late stage of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.
Was that reasonable?
The three women clutched their chests, staring fixedly at Ye Lin with utter disbelief in their eyes.
Ye Lin stood at the heart of the storm, sword in hand.
Yet his face was slightly pale at that moment. Dense bloodstains covered his body, and his blood and qi churned violently within him.
The blood that had reached his mouth was forcibly swallowed back down by Ye Lin rather than spat out.
If he spat it out, the three women would realize that he, too, had suffered serious injuries. The coming fight would then be disadvantageous to him.
But if he did not spit it out, then in their eyes, he would still be at his peak, and they would begin to doubt themselves.
That way, in the clashes to come, they would remain trapped in self-doubt. For him, that was advantageous.
"Your formation is formidable. Your cultivation and combat strength are both quite good."
"But to me, you still fall a little short."
"Still, the warm-up ends here. Now