The attacks flew between them like fire and thunder. The surrounding smoke had completely dissipated, and space itself was fracturing into countless pieces.
With the dream as their battlefield—a place already ephemeral by nature—the terrifying attacks made this void even more unstable.
Although Long Yan was locked in a life-or-death battle with Shen Bai, a sliver of doubt began to surface in her mind.
She raised her long spear, pausing her assault. Her limpid eyes glinted with cold, murderous intent.
"You're facing certain death, yet you're so composed. Why is that?"
She couldn't understand why Shen Bai's expression was so tranquil.
Even the most composed person would show at least some fear when faced with death.
If he felt no fear, there could only be one other explanation: Shen Bai was confident he could defeat her.
Long Yan couldn't fathom what gave Shen Bai such confidence.
'So what if he's capable of Overcoming Adversity and Attacking Upward?'
