At that moment, Emperor Ling's heart was filled with a sense of defeat, his face pale as he looked at Yang Tian: "Today I'm defeated here, and it's due to my overestimation of my abilities. I just want to know what your true strength is, so I can die with my eyes closed!"
Yang Tian circulated Spiritual Breath, refined a few Divine Talismans, and collected the Yin Evil formation hanging in mid-air.
The bay in Australia, which had originally been engulfed in sudden storms and turbulent waves, now calmed down, with moonlight piercing through the clouds, illuminating the earth. Yang Tian hovered in mid-air, like a Celestial God descending to the mortal world.
He looked at Emperor Ling indifferently: "I acknowledge your cultivation wasn't easy. Killing you would disrespect your years of hard training. As long as you leave Australia and promise never to step foot here again in this life, I'll let you go..."
