Ye Lin, who had been watching from outside the arena, had now also seen Ye Xin's weakness.
He did not know any spell arts.
In every exchange, he relied entirely on himself.
If it came to a head-on clash with Ye Xin, he feared no Daluo Golden Immortal. Even if he could not win, he would never be forced into such a passive position.
Yet at this moment, Ye Xin was like a punching bag, toyed with by Nangong Xuanyi, utterly unable to catch hold of him.
If this continued, defeat would only be a matter of time.
Moreover, as time passed, the wounds on Ye Xin's body grew ever more numerous, densely packed and shocking to behold.
"Alas, this child's cultivation is not bad, but he lacks something."
On the tallest island in the distance, an old man stroked his beard and sighed.
"Indeed. He lacks a little spiritual agility. He wishes to respond to a myriad changes with constancy and seize his opponent's flaws, but how could his opponent possibly allow him to catch such flaws?"
"If this continues, this child will lose sooner or later."
Another elderly quasi-saint stroked his beard and smiled faintly.
At a glance, they had seen through Ye Xin's intentions.
Ye Xin could not catch Nangong Xuanyi.
Rather than remain passive like this, he might as well stand still and let Nangong Xuanyi attack.
Meanwhile, he had been analyzing everything, searching for an opportunity.
The moment he caught Nangong Xuanyi, he would surely unleash a ruthless move.
But how could Nangong Xuanyi possibly give him that chance?
"Tide of the Sea, Heaven and Earth Tide—sever."
Suddenly, the sound of rushing water echoed throughout the entire arena.
As the sound of water grew louder and louder, Ye Xin felt a wave of danger emanating