Yun Lintian lowered the sword, not in a threatening posture, but as a statement of readiness. "So, go ahead. Devour them. I will wait. Let us have our final battle when you are at your strongest."
For the first time in eons, Yin felt a sensation so alien it took him a moment to recognize it. It was humiliation. Not the frustrated rage of Nian Shi, but a cold, sharp sting to his primordial pride.
This mortal-turned-god was not just challenging him; he was allowing him to power up. He was looking down on him, treating the great Uncreation as a pupil being given a chance to show his best work.
A cold snort, devoid of any amusement, escaped Yin's lips. "Such arrogance. You will regret this charity."
But he did not refuse. The logic was impeccable. To face Yun Lintian in his current, unified state, he needed every ounce of power he could muster. Pride was a luxury he could not afford if he wanted to survive, let alone win.
