Fourth Thousand Three Hundred Eighty-Eighth Chapter: Not a Single One Can Be Left Behind

As time passed, Lu Yin panted heavily. His Three-colored Divine Power had clearly weakened considerably, and his Pupil External Avatar was swaying unsteadily.

Chang Dou was arrogant. It thrust the Feather God Spear at Lu Yin, its power undiminished. Did this human really think he could fight it by relying on cheap tricks?

Lu Yin used Instant Movement to dodge.

Trying to run?

A rushing river descended from the void. Lu Yin looked up, his expression changing. The River of Time?

Chang Dou shot into the air and entered the River of Time. Rain fell across the starry sky. It was rain made of time, dripping down as if washing the universe's surface clean of dust and grime, revealing the Feather God Spears that had been there all along.

Lu Yin was shocked. What was this?

"Human, you should feel honored. This is a battle art passed down through my Immortal Feather race—the River of Time. I heard that during the war that destroyed the Nine Fortresses, many humans died to this move. You can join them." As soon as Chang Dou finished speaking, the Feather God Spears revealed by the time rain shot toward the places they had originally been aimed at. Lu Yin hurriedly used Instant Movement to dodge, but no matter where he fled, Feather God Spears appeared.

He moved far away from the Threefold Universe, appearing a distance beyond the speed he could travel in ten years as an Eternal Life Realm expert, yet Feather God Spears still descended. These weren't the ones revealed by the River of Time; Chang Dou had launched them, then used the time rain from the River of Time to gather more, making the Feather God Spears multiply—or rather, making them appear again and again.

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