As Bai Ren expected, the fight didn't become one where he dominated and defeated the Half-Qilin like many Righteous Cultivators had hoped.
Instead, it dragged on.
A brutal, grinding exchange where neither side could afford recklessness.
The Half-Qilin attacked again.
Its movements were still overwhelming—each step cracking the land, each swipe carrying enough force to shatter mountains—but it no longer advanced with the same unchecked dominance as before.
Its eyes never left Bai Ren's sword.
Every strike it unleashed carried restraint, trying to avoid getting hit by Bai Ren's sword.
It avoided overcommitting, wary of exposing itself to another clean hit from the Saint-Grade blade.
After all, its injuries had yet to recover.
It didn't understand why, but it knew the sword possessed some kind of ability that prevented it from healing.
Still then, Half-Qilin was able to overwhelm the three of them.
The pressure was immense.
