CHAPTER 94 — THE SPEAR THAT DID NOT BEND
The battlefield no longer pretended to be neutral.
What had begun as scattered motion and cautious testing had turned into something sharper, more honest. The air vibrated with clashing intents. Domains overlapped and frayed at the edges. Stone, water, plant, fire, and ice fought for dominance beneath the feet of those who stood upon them.
And at the center of it—
Two figures faced each other.
Ling Yifan and Fang Zhao.
The moment Ling Yifan stepped fully into Fang Zhao's territory, the tiger aura flared violently, golden-black energy roaring outward like a living beast unchained. Fang Zhao rolled his neck once, grinning wide, teeth bared in anticipation.
"So," Fang Zhao said, voice rough with excitement, "you finally decided to stop watching."
Ling Yifan said nothing.
