Lu Yin stared blankly at the ground. Had that just been an illusion? No, it was real. The sword had disappeared.
If there was a sword, then there was a master.
His body was powerless. The sword slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a soft clink. A sense of danger unlike any he had felt before seized him. He had experienced this kind of fear when he first entered the world of cultivation, but ever since he had gained the strength to protect himself and the Lu family had returned, that feeling had long since vanished.
Even when he had nearly been killed by the Only True God, he hadn't felt this kind of danger.
Now, it was like an ordinary person encountering a starving beast. The terror of being seen as food grew stronger and stronger.
The sky grew darker.
The battlefield fell silent.
Lu Yin looked around and saw the eager gazes of the humans. Tian Feng was dead, and they could even kill a Progenitor-level powerhouse. What couldn't humanity do?
He remembered Elder Dan Gu's words.
In that universe, countless powerful predecessors had crossed the River of Time, only to be annihilated by that omnipotent being. Back then, Lu Yin hadn't been able to understand their despair. Now, he understood.
His body was powerless, the sensation filling every cell. He couldn't even hold his sword steady.
With a boom, Jialan Zhi Luo descended. She looked at Lu Yin in confusion. "What's wrong? Did you see something just now?"
Lu Yin shook his head. "I'm powerless. It's the Four Lock Formation."
Jialan Zhi Luo frowned. "Tian Feng is already dead. Why is the Four Lock Formation still here?" As she spoke, she looked beneath Lu Yin's feet. "Huh? Where's the body?"
"There is no body,"