Wind Cave Remnants, Dao Contention Illusory Realm.
The setting sun sank westward, its lingering glow shining into this bluestone alley.
The two insects currently battling in the lacquer basin were named Blood Fiend Marshal and Two Forms Judge.
From their names alone, one could tell that these two insects represented the culmination of all the wind-path insights Yang Lingrui and Bai Sanli had attained thus far.
After more than a dozen insect battles, the two of them had inevitably reached the final showdown: trump card against trump card.
Throughout the contest, Yang Lingrui had undoubtedly lost more often than he won against Bai Sanli.
The gap in their raw strength was indeed not something that temporary improvisation or clever tricks could overturn.
Thus, for Yang Lingrui, this clash between trump cards directly concerned whether he could turn defeat into victory from the brink, and it would also directly determine the final outcome of this Dao contention.
From the overall situation, the two insects were currently locked in an evenly matched struggle, neither able to gain the upper hand.
Yet if one looked closely, one could see from the subtle details that the scales of victory had already begun steadily tipping toward Blood Fiend Marshal.
Though Two Forms Judge still refused to yield on the surface, it lacked the other's strength and could only rely on technique to dodge and circle about, doing its utmost to avoid a direct collision with Blood Fiend Marshal.
Seeing that the overall situation had been decided, Bai Sanli no longer paid attention to the battle in the basin. Instead, he raised his eyes and looked at Yang Lingrui before him with great interest.
Yet what surprised him somewhat was that there was none of the panic or despair he had expected on this Northwest prodigy's