Yan Yi and his men were tracking the target, but they remained about ten miles behind that streak of aurora.
Gradually, he began to sense something was wrong.
First, although this streak of light was fast, it lacked the elusive quality of before. Hanyu's movement technique had been like teleporting ten miles at a time, leaving no trace.
Second, that same feeling was still missing something.
But the aura was right. It was definitely Hanyu's.
Most importantly, the rules couldn't lie. He had tested it himself; it really was the Rule of Plunder.
Carrying these doubts with him, he could only keep leading his men in pursuit.
Meanwhile, "Hanyu" up ahead was caught in a nonstop argument.
"Can't you go any faster?"
"I'm about to explode! Mo Xiuwen's craftsmanship is still no good."
"Wasn't it your work too? And now you're telling me it's no good?"
The Artifact Spirit suddenly popped out of "Hanyu's" arms and snapped.
At that moment, "Hanyu"—or rather, Soul Armor—answered with an annoyed look. "You call what I did 'work'?"
The ones who'd actually done the work were Mo Xiuwen and that deadbeat original body. He hadn't done a thing the whole time. His job had been to lie there while they cut him open, forged him, and stuffed him full of all kinds of mechanisms.
Inside his robes, heaps of Void Spirit Jade had been embedded.
The whole thing had been built around the idea that his life was worth the least, so they could push him to the brink without a second thought.
The most infuriating part was that bastard original body, who'd set his sights on Soul Armor's own body.
His body had been forged from a spirit treasure. In a sense, he was a human-shaped spirit treasure himself.
That had brought him