Amidst the ruins, Ye Fan and the withered elder faced each other from a thousand feet apart!
Just earlier, Ye Fan had nearly blasted the withered elder's body apart with an overwhelming force.
However, such a ferocious attack consumed a vast amount of divine power, and even for him, it was impossible to continue recklessly expending it.
Seizing the chance, the withered elder swiftly withdrew from the battle, activating the Death Origin, and his injured body quickly restored itself to its original state.
"You really are beyond my expectations!"
The withered elder wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, speaking coldly, "Now I somewhat believe you could defeat the Five Venerable Saints."
"You did not surprise me at all!" Ye Fan retorted fiercely, not losing to him in momentum in the slightest.
"Alright, alright, let's see how long you can remain arrogant!"
