He ran!
Yuan Yinying was shocked to discover that Di Kuohai, who had weathered two moves through offense and given him no advantage at all, had actually turned and retreated at high speed.
Under normal circumstances, that was nothing unusual.
With only one move remaining, a strategic retreat was reasonable. But under normal circumstances, a strategic retreat was useless, because this battlefield only spanned a hundred li in every direction and offered no depth whatsoever.
That alone was not enough to surprise Yuan Yinying.
But nineteen Ye Zhens scattered in all directions at lightning speed in a fan-shaped formation, leaving Yuan Yinying dumbfounded.
What made Yuan Yinying gape even more was that, with his Soul Power having condensed a spiritual essence, he swept his gaze over them and still could not distinguish which of the nineteen Ye Zhens were phantoms and which was the true body.
Even when Yuan Yinying pushed his Soul Power to its limit in an instant, the dozen-plus Ye Zhens scattering in every direction had identical aura fluctuations and even identical retreating speeds. There was not the slightest difference to be seen.
That was why Yuan Yinying's eyes bulged like bronze bells and he stood there, utterly stupefied.
Of their agreement of three moves, only one remained. He could only choose one target for his attack—at most, a single area in one direction. The problem was here: which direction should he attack?
Ordinarily, let alone nineteen phantoms, even a hundred and ninety phantoms could all be killed in a few breaths with his overwhelmingly powerful Divine Eagle Soaring Through the Void divine ability.
But the problem was that he only had one chance to strike!
What made Yuan Yinying even more anxious was that Di Kuohai's phantoms were rapidly scattering in every direction. The longer he