He observed Ossian's figure vanish several kilometers into the distance.
Even if the strike wouldn't kill the ghost, the damage would force him into recovery, which was what he aimed for... because he could now duel the emperor and restore his Qi without pressure.
His lips curled into a smirk as he raised his blade horizontally above his shoulder and turned towards his adversary, noticing a bizarre yet fascinating spectacle.
The cleaved flesh squirmed and shifted before his eyes, new bones, muscles, and skin sprouting as if the archmage were an axolotl.
He also saw the fury burning in the man's eyes and his lips parting to let his arrogant voice thunder amidst the devastated region.
"You can't win, Lin Yao! I underestimated you because I took the habit of overwhelming mages in melee, but I won't commit the same mistake! Witness the power of an archmage and tremble before the most powerful of them!"
