"Lin Ye!!!"
His voice was like the wailing of countless dead souls, shaking the nine heavens and ten lands!
"Are you ready?!"
Every word seethed with a blood feud as vast as the heavens, as though he meant to pour out all the suffering of these three years-no, of more than a decade!
"I've brought you destruction!!!"
The immense wave of sound rolled toward Lin Ye like a tangible attack.
Yet within the invisible spatial domain before Lin Ye, that roar vanished like a clay ox sinking into the sea, failing to stir even the slightest ripple.
Lin Ye looked at Tang San, who seemed possessed by madness.
He looked at the churning, chaotic yet immensely powerful blood-red and purple divine power enveloping him.
He looked at Dai Mubai and Oscar behind him, their eyes numb and anguished, their bodies like marionettes dangling from strings.
An exceedingly faint, cold curve slowly rose at the corner of Lin Ye's mouth.
It was not a smile, but something more akin to icy mockery.
He spoke.
His voice was quiet, yet it pierced Tang San's savage roar with perfect clarity, branding itself directly into everyone's mind.
"With just you?"
Three simple words.
Without the slightest fluctuation of emotion.
As though he were merely stating an utterly obvious fact.
"You think you can destroy me?"
He tilted his head slightly, the contempt and disdain in his eyes almost spilling over.
"What a joke."
With that, he could not even be bothered to spare Tang San another glance.
As though Tang San's existence no longer deserved even a sliver of his attention.
Lin Ye turned his gaze above Tang San's head.
What appeared within his "vision" was not something the naked eye could see.
He could see it clearly.
Above Tang San's head, a mass