Fleeing

For the chance represented by these final two scrolls—that illusory, almost unreal opportunity to obtain a Heaven Tier Dou Technique, yet one enough to drive anyone mad—nearly every remaining expert in the main hall threw out their trump cards and cast away the last of their reason.

The explosive sounds of Dou Qi clashing, the screams before death, the clang of weapons colliding, and crazed roars wove together into a bloody, chaotic symphony of death.

Figures fell like wheat before a scythe. Blood dyed the ancient floor red, and at every moment, someone paid the price of their life for that opportunity that seemed within reach yet as distant as the horizon.

Just as the battle over the final two scrolls entered its most brutal, most white-hot moment, Lin Ming, who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes shut, driving his Soul Power with all his might into the core of the second Ancient Human Puppet, had his eyelids tremble slightly. Then his eyes suddenly snapped open!

As his eyes opened and closed, a thread of bright light flashed past like something solid.

And as he opened his eyes, the second Ancient Human Puppet not far away, which had still been trading flesh-to-flesh blows with Puppet One in a fierce clash that sent stone fragments flying everywhere, suddenly froze as though someone had pressed pause on its violent movements.

After that, it completely stopped attacking and stood stiffly in place. In its gray-white pupils, the maddened intent to slaughter receded like the tide, leaving only the same emptiness and obedience as Puppet One.

"Lin Ming, you did it!" Zi Yan, who had been guarding nervously at his side the whole time, saw this, and her golden eyes instantly lit up as she cried out in surprise and delight.

Lin Ming