Old Ancestor Lu Yuan struck again, still with a single slap—simple and unadorned.
But this time, Di Qiong unleashed divine power.
Underground, Lu Yin spat out blood and looked up. He saw dark-red divine power covering the sky. Just as he was about to leave, the divine power crashed down, wrapping around the earth. "Lu Yuan, now isn't the time. Sooner or later, I'll find you for a battle."
"You little bastard, don't run!" Old Ancestor Lu Yuan roared.
The next moment, Lu Yin's vision turned completely black. No good, have I been taken away? It was over. Even Old Ancestor Lu Yuan hadn't managed to save him. Once Di Qiong took him away, Lu Yin knew exactly what the result would be: certain death.
Wrapped in divine power, nothing could break through—not even Reverse Step.
His thoughts raced. His gaze sharpened, and he suddenly struck his right rear with a palm. There, Thousand-Faced Player was hit directly in the forehead by Lu Yin's palm and died on the spot.
Lu Yin then took out Dreamy Illusionary Bubbles and changed his appearance. Although he was unwilling, it seemed he still had to rely on Ye Bo to survive.
The next instant, light returned to his vision. Lu Yin crashed to the ground and coughed several times. Looking up, he saw the familiar dark-red earth. This was the Eryu, but he had no idea which one.
Zhong Gui was beside him, letting out strange cries.
Farther away, Two Blades Style had also crashed to the ground, along with Thousand-Faced Player's corpse.
"Where's Lu Yin?" Di Qiong surveyed them from above, somewhat puzzled.
He stared at the group.
Lu Yin clutched his chest and looked up. "Where is this?"
"The Eryu. This is the Eryu. Wonderful, Brother, we're back. We're back in