In such a terrifying expenditure, Asna finally ran out of fuel and light.
"Yi Chengzi, you won."
Yi Chen abruptly halted the Holy Halberd three inches from Asna's forehead.
With his now powerful perception, he naturally knew that Asna was not pretending; in this battle, he ultimately had won.
Looking at Asna in front of him, Yi Chen's expression was complicated.
Asna was the strongest opponent he'd ever encountered, the most resilient adversary.
Out of respect for a true strongman, he magnanimously refrained from attacking his mother in the subsequent battle.
"Out of respect for your fighting spirit, poor Taoist grants you seven breaths to say your final words."
Yi Chen said solemnly.
"What a pity, just a little bit more, I could have touched that barrier, alas, I still lost."
"But losing to you, Yi Chengzi, I accept willingly."
Asna twitched his mouth, a trace of purple crystal shards falling from his face.
