Clearly, the two of them were still fighting for their lives against each other. Shen Lian continuously threw in different methods, one after another, just like the clouds that were constantly changing its shape.
In a trance, the battle had become a game for Shen Lian. In this soon to be ended match, he seemed to be winning it with skill and ease. It seemed that after a grand finale, he would feel a sense of withdrawal.
The Dao was concentrated but senseless while the mana was oblivious to oneself.
In no time, Shen Lian was able to exert all sorts of methods effortlessly as his will, just like an antelope hanging up its horn, showing zero traces and effort. He was literally poetry in motion.
Back then, Shen Lian would use the ideomotor reflex to cast spells but this time around, he could easily summon different methods just like a flowing stream of water that showed no sign of stagnancy.