At this moment, Gale looked at Ye Lin with a grave expression. Outsiders could not see the intricacies, but as the one who had made the move, he naturally knew that while it had seemed he held the upper hand, he had actually already been suppressed by Ye Lin.
Ye Lin had used no more than twenty to thirty percent of his strength just now, while he himself had already used fifty percent. The gap spoke for itself.
This left him utterly shaken. As the Shadow Clan's successor and the number one among the Shadow Clan's younger generation, he had always been exceedingly proud. Yet now, his confidence had been completely shattered.
Even if he could not defeat Ye Lin, even if there was a gap between them, that gap should not have been this vast.
"Is the difference really this great?"
Gale looked at his palm, then his aura erupted. His incomparably violent presence directly shattered the surrounding space, and his entire body seemed like that of a god or devil, inspiring fear in all who saw him.
That violent aura pressed toward Ye Lin without end. Wherever it passed, space was instantly blasted apart.
Ye Lin rested his right hand upon the Chaos Sword Casket. Dressed in white, his three thousand strands of silver hair dancing in the wind, he watched the scene with an utterly calm expression.
The next moment, Ye Lin raised his right hand and heavily slapped the Chaos Sword Casket. A surging aura burst forth from within him, shattering the violent aura before him.
"Ye Lin, there's no need for any more probing. Today, let me see just how great the gap between us truly is."
Gale stood like a god or devil, his voice filled with wild arrogance. The next instant, a long