Whatever. Holding the slippers, Lu Yin manipulated the spatial threads and appeared on the battlefield. Right in front of him were the Camphor Insect's transparent wings. Inside them was the carrier of the Technique of Giving, and within it he could see person after person from Over Space-Time.
This carrier of the Technique of Giving was almost identical to the one he had seen in Flowing Cloud Space.
Farther ahead was the Camphor Insect's enormous eye. Lu Yin was smaller than an ant in its gaze, and it didn't care about him at all.
A Corpse King appeared behind him. Lu Yin casually slapped it apart, gripped the slippers, raised his hand, and brought them down.
Far away, Great Stone Emperor watched the battlefield. He wasn't concerned about the Camphor Insect; his main worry was the appearance of an Ancestor Realm Corpse King. In his view, Lu Yin's greatest use wasn't fighting the Camphor Insect. He genuinely didn't believe Lu Yin could break through its defenses. The boy's real purpose was to deal with the Ancestor Realm Corpse King that had yet to appear.
After all, if he could drive the Corpse King off once, he could do it a second time.
Suddenly, a shriek unlike anything anyone had ever heard rang out, chilling them to the bone and making their scalps prickle. It was like a boulder thrown into a lake, sending ripples across the starry sky.
Countless people clapped their hands over their ears and stared in horror in one direction—the Camphor Insect.
Great Stone Emperor looked over too. His mouth fell open in disbelief.
The transparent wings that had stumped everyone, impervious even to the attempts of several Extreme Experts, had cracked. Beneath the fissures, Lu Yin raised the slippers high. "Again."
The slippers came down. The