Amidst the excited cheers of the martial artists, Ye Tian slowly descended onto the ground from mid-air.
Unlike the martial artists of the Night King Hall, Ye Tian's face showed no sign of relief; instead, he remained solemn and silent.
The Qiankun Ring in his hand, having lost the assistance of the Power of Death, was like a heap of scrap iron...
Ye Tian approached the edge of the deep pit, staring intently at its core, where Tian Yi was slowly standing up.
The strike he had just delivered, using the art of Maha Infinity, could be considered his most powerful attack. Even a mighty martial artist would find it hard to remain composed after taking such a blow, but Tian Yi before him rose as if unscathed.
How on earth did his small frame withstand such immense power?
As the dust cleared, Ye Tian could see clearly that although Tian Yi looked a bit dusty and disheveled, he hadn't sustained any injuries.
