Facing this unavoidable strike.
After all, while several miles was a great distance for ordinary people, for cultivators—even cultivators below the God Soul Realm—it was only a few breaths away. For someone like Lu Yuan, an Earth Supreme, or the Nine Tribulations Battle Emperor, a Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign, several miles was nothing. The only difference was that God Soul Realm cultivators and those below them could not fly. To cross those several miles, they would need a little more time over the same distance.
After all, flying was always a matter of traveling in a straight line.
There was no need to account for obstacles.
Running, however fast one was, would still be hindered by the terrain.
But overall.
Several miles truly amounted to nothing.
For Lu Yuan.
It took but an instant.
Less than a second.
Perhaps only a few ten-thousandths of a second.
For the Nine Tribulations Battle Emperor.
The time was about the same.
After all, Lu Yuan only lagged behind in cultivation and realm. In terms of physical qualities, including every other aspect, Lu Yuan was not inferior to any Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereign. He might have been slower than some of the Nine Emperors who specialized in speed, but even the Nine Tribulations Battle Emperor could not catch those exceptionally swift Great Emperors.
So, a slight difference was not worth worrying about.
Nor would it affect the battle to come.
Thus, when facing the Nine Tribulations Battle Emperor's strike.
Behind Lu Yuan.
Countless clones, too numerous to number.
Raised their hands in perfect unison.
They drew Years Blades from the void.
Then unleashed a dense barrage of Blade Qi.
Since the Nine Tribulations Battle Emperor had condensed all the destructive force of this attack into a single point—compressing it all into that seemingly unremarkable