As Nie Li's aura surged, enveloping the arena with the powerful presence of blood resonance, Yan Jin could feel the vast gap between the purification realm and the resonance stage. The overwhelming energy made it seem as though he was facing a colossal, prehistoric flame lion rather than a human opponent.
For the first time, Yan Jin truly understood what had been eluding him—the essence that separated him from the blood resonance stage. But in this moment, his priority wasn't to dwell on the revelation; it was to shut Nie Li down completely.
Without hesitation, Yan Jin tossed his bow into the air, his hands moving with fluid precision as he rapidly formed a series of intricate hand seals. The sound of a bird's cry echoed through the arena, cold and piercing.