The entire world was gloomy, without a ray of sunlight.
The earth was gray and dim.
The Small Town had vanished.
Across the boundless, barren wasteland, only a handful of low houses could be seen.
The Time Saint looked around and said:
"A fine Art."
"Of course it is. It'll kill you," Shen Ye said.
The Time Saint laughed instead.
The dark aura around him could not erode his body at all, and he casually formed a Spell Seal with one hand.
"I'm still half an hour in the past-the Time Law ensures I haven't reached the world of this moment.
"Naturally, it can't affect me."
A layer of translucent light radiated from his body, keeping the sinister aura outside like a protective barrier.
-This was the power of time!
Shen Ye drew his long blade, his aura surging.
"Is that destruction? Its properties are certainly troublesome, but your foundation is far too weak."
The Time Saint spoke condescendingly:
"By activating a Death-Type Art, you've already lost roughly a third of your strength. Even if you use destruction power now, you have absolutely no hope of beating me."
Shen Ye looked at him and suddenly laughed.
"Why don't we give it a try?"
"Very well."
Boom-
An endless river of time abruptly manifested.
The Circular Blade in the Time Saint's hand flew into the river and traveled upstream.
"Have you ever tried something like this-"
"I already killed you several minutes ago."
As the Time Saint spoke, the Circular Blade reached several minutes into the past and plunged into Shen Ye's back.
He died!
"What a pity. If I hadn't told you, you wouldn't even understand my Art."
"That's how it is for those beneath sainthood. They can never understand a Saint's power."
The Time Saint sighed, feeling somewhat bored.