At that moment, the vortex of technique cast by Aleister had shifted from expansion to collapse. As the vortex gradually disappeared into nothingness, in the twisted play of light and shadow, a figure exuding an ancient, formidable aura slowly emerged from the torrent of time.
"Although the conflict between us has reached an irreconcilable stage, I still thank you for not disrupting the completion of my spell." Aleister, having completed his spell, wore not the desolation of facing death, but the excitement of a fulfilled wish. He looked up at Pei Yan, expressing gratitude that the latter did not interrupt during the spell, knowing how much trouble it would have caused if he had tried to stop him. The spell might have succeeded but certainly wouldn't have been as perfect.
