Wang Li's senses sharpened as he stood before Lin Yun, the oppressive Death Aura swirling around him like a storm. He felt the weight of countless lives lost pressing down on him, and a fire ignited within him. It was time to unleash everything he had accumulated through countless encounters and experiences, especially those intimate moments that had allowed him to cultivate his Yin and Yang energies to unprecedented levels.
With a primal roar, Wang Li surged forward, his figure a blur of motion as he dashed toward Lin Yun. The ground beneath him cracked under the pressure of his takeoff, and the air vibrated with the sheer force of his resolve. His sword, a beautiful weapon forged from the finest materials, gleamed under the darkened sky.
"Yin Crescent Slash!" Wang Li shouted, his sword cutting through the air with a swift arc, sending a wave of dense Yin energy spiraling toward Lin Yun.