A faint beam of light rose slowly from the distant horizon.
It was dawn.
The blood-red pillar of smoke burning on Yi Lin's body shot straight toward the heavens.
There were no clouds in the sky, yet under Yi Lin's brilliance, a fiery morning glow was forcibly ignited.
In the end, it had to be used.
This was the trump card skill that Yi Lin had always resisted but secretly found enticing.
Whenever Yi Lin unleashed this ability in the past, it was always when the situation had reached the point where there was no other option.
But this time, it was different.
Yi Lin could have just stood by and watched as Milien died.
He could have won effortlessly.
He could have walked away alive.
But,
how could he?
Amid the blood-red light, Yi Lin let out a mocking laugh, thinking that he might be acting foolish right now.
But the opponent seemed even more foolish.
