Withering

The struggle between the Black-armored Demon God and Yi Yun had ensued as time passed. The Yin lake was the stage for the gamble, and the vast Divine Wilderness didn't have a single soul in thousands of kilometers. The battle between an ancient Demon God, and a new-age son of Heaven was staged in such a lonesome manner.

The Black-armored Demon God was originally Yi Yun's target for a sneak attack. But now, he had become the hunter. He was patiently waiting, waiting for his prey to appear.

However, his wait was far longer than what the Black-armored Demon God expected.

Dusk, going late into the night with stars filling the sky, till the moon set in the west, and the sun rose. A day and a night had passed.

Yet, Yi Yun had never appeared.