Looking at the dead Wuji, Ye Lin stroked his chin in thought. From what Wuji had said, he had a fated nemesis in the future—and this future enemy of his seemed incredibly powerful.
For Wuji to be so delighted, that person had to be among the strongest of the transcendent factions.
"Saint-Falling Fist? I'm looking forward to it more and more now. I hope you appear soon—and I hope you're at least worth looking at."
A smile appeared on Ye Lin's face as he slowly rose to his feet. Not only was he not the slightest bit afraid, he instead hoped his future enemy would appear sooner and be stronger, so it would not be too boring.
"Saint-Falling Fist..."
Ye Lin murmured under his breath, then drained Wuji until he became a dried corpse before turning toward the battlefield in the sky.
The Unrivaled Sacred Body was immensely powerful. The martial skills that came with the Unrivaled Sacred Body had to be rare treasures as well; combined with the Unrivaled Sacred Body, they were surely formidable. He was looking forward to it more and more.
Meanwhile, in the sky, with one person missing, the scales of victory were beginning to tip toward the Dawn Alliance.
"You're very strong."
Dao Slayer's tiny arm gripped a long blade. At this moment, both the blade and his entire arm were trembling, streams of blood even running down his arm.
Jiang Yuan, standing opposite Dao Slayer, was not faring much better. A blade wound lay across his chest, terrifyingly deep, as though it had nearly severed half his body.
"You're strong too, but no more than that. You've already given it your all, while I've only used eighty percent of my strength. Now, cherish your final moments."
Hearing Jiang Yuan's cruel words, Dao Slayer's