The clash of metal, the dying throes of the warriors, the smell of blood. As Yun Lei's aura travelled further and further, all of these details found themselves in his senses. However, he wasn't paying attention to any of it. At that moment, the only things in his eyes were the two opponents in front of him.
For several long minutes, despite being ready to attack at the drop of a hat, the three merely stared at each other. The hesitance on the two Holy Creek higher up's face was apparent and since he would be at an advantage fighting on a battlefield laced with his aura, Yun Lei had no problem with simply waiting for the opponent to make a first move. Unfortunately, no matter how much he waited, they seemed intent on doing the same. The confident cultivators who had killed their own ally with no hesitation mere moments ago were nowhere to be found.
