"I just want to see how much longer you can hold on."
Ye Lin stood in the void, staring coldly at Chen Changsheng before him.
This fellow was rather interesting—he had actually lasted until now.
He had toyed with this man like walking a dog for quite a while. Although his aura was rapidly withering, there seemed to be a spirit within him that refused to admit defeat, and he had kept dragging things out with Ye Lin.
But in Ye Lin's perception, Chen Changsheng had already reached his limit.
The only reason he was still holding on was because he was sustained by a single breath.
Once that breath dispersed, the victor of this battle would be decided.
"You know your own condition. You have one chance left to make a move."
"One chance. Let's see whether you can catch me."
With his hands behind his back, Ye Lin smiled faintly at Chen Changsheng.
That tone, that smile, instantly enraged Chen Changsheng.
"Damn it."
Cursing under his breath, Chen Changsheng did not lose his composure. Instead, he gradually calmed down.
This fellow was right. He truly had only one chance left to strike.
If he failed to seize that sole opportunity, then he would inevitably lose this battle.
"Transform all things, divide yin and yang."
Chen Changsheng formed seals with both hands, and the black robe around him began to billow wildly.
Around him, a current of air slowly rose as it circled his body.
An indescribable aura began to spread in all directions.
Seeing this, Ye Lin's brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes narrowed.
He had really enraged this fellow.
Now he was finally getting serious with him.
"Shakes Heaven and Earth, gather a hundred rivers."
In an instant, the aura around Chen Changsheng began to reverse, and