At their level, battles were no longer decided in days or years.
If they fought, the heavens would collapse and landscapes could shatter.
Their struggle could easily last thousands, tens of thousands, or even millions of years without a clear victor emerging.
When cultivators of equal strength clashed, victory was often determined by luck, opportunity, or a tiny moment of weakness.
Unless the difference in power was overwhelming, such battles rarely ended quickly.
Daoist Thunder Emperor clenched his fists.
The old man before him was an existence capable of destroying entire regions if he truly lost control.
Yet when he looked toward Lin Feng, he found the young man sitting as calmly as ever.
Lin Feng's expression remained tranquil, like a still lake untouched by the wind.
It was as though the terrifying pressure filling the room did not exist.
"I am afraid I cannot do that," Lin Feng finally said.
The old man's eyes narrowed.
