The Snow Empress kept feeling as though she had fallen into some sort of trap, but she soon pushed the thought out of her mind.
It was like shopping. If you had no money and were only browsing, you would inevitably seem a little restrained. With money in your pocket and every intention of buying, your whole bearing would look different.
That was confidence, and the Snow Empress was brimming with it now. Battles between powerhouses rarely produced a clear winner unless one side utterly overwhelmed the other.
Her thinking was simple now.
If she won, Bing'er would be hers. Testing Chen Ling's strength would also give her a little consolation.
All this time, she had been unable to understand exactly where she had lost. Even if it came down to inferior strength, at least that would give her some comfort.
As for losing?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible. I am the Lord of the Far North, a ferocious beast nearly seven hundred thousand years old. How could I possibly lose?
Chen Ling paid it no mind. He raised his hand and opened a Space Passage, taking the Snow Empress far beyond the city.
As the Chaos Vortex inside Chen Ling converted the lightning imbued with the power of heavenly tribulation, the pink energy within him continued to increase. He began using it to develop his other attributes.
Space naturally came first. Once he had accumulated enough, the next soul core he prioritized condensing would also have the space attribute.
The two came to a stop on the ground.
Chen Ling stood where he was with sword in hand, making no move, only a faint smile on his face.
The Snow Empress's eyes, meanwhile, held a distinctly vacant look, like a foolish roe deer.
The battle seemed not to have begun, but