Dragon King Candle was feeling very irritable right now.
During the three-hour battle thus far, all traces of the Taixiao Divine Court within the vast, thousand-radius expanse of water beneath his feet had been wiped away, thoroughly reduced to bare ground. With no obstructions in the way, figures from all sides were plain to see. But to put it bluntly, there was only one and a half of them left.
There was him, and then there was Zhu Yang, who was panting inside a shadow he had managed to find with great difficulty—making half.
Rakshasa Ghost King had not arrived with her true body at all, making her completely invisible, yet she was everywhere at once.
As for Ye Bin... aside from Rakshasa Ghost King, heaven only knew where she was.
As the battle progressed and the battlefield expanded, Ye Bin's footwork grew increasingly erratic. Whether navigating complex terrain or this newly formed "bare ground," she was no exception.
This woman seemed capable of shifting freely between illusion and reality at any moment, and that drop of the purest sword intent was enough to cleave through every obstacle and snare, breaking open everything and reaching everywhere.
This was a purified sword immortal... moreover, a purified sword immortal who had shattered the barrier between illusion and reality, true and false.
Dragon King Candle had no idea what Rakshasa Ghost King thought of this right now.
Though both of their titles contained the word "king," Dragon King Candle still possessed a basic sense of self-awareness. The gap between him and Rakshasa Ghost King felt just like his battle with Ye Bin today: she appeared right before his eyes, yet he could not grasp her at all.
Throughout this fight thus far, only Rakshasa Ghost King could keep pace with Ye Bin.
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