Things were fine now. With Old Blind Man and the others here, Lu Yin knew he was safe this time.
Turning around to face the cyan light chasing him, he flung out hundreds of tributaries of the River of Time.
The sight shocked even Bu Qing.
So many tributaries of the River of Time could not harm it. It could even take them away, but doing so would still delay it for a while. There was no point in Chen doing this.
Unless he had a helper. He was buying time.
Who?
Looking across the Dao of Death, the only one who could help him was Thousand Machine Strange Performance. But Thousand Machine Strange Performance was holding back Shi Buzhan and the others, and they were restraining each other as well. It simply could not come over to help him.
Regardless of who it was, Bu Qing shoved aside the tributaries of the River of Time and charged toward Lu Yin, unwilling to waste even a moment.
However, the tributaries of the River of Time blocked the way, throwing the surrounding spacetime into chaos. No matter how incapable they were of stopping it, they could still delay it for a moment. And Lu Yin had plenty of tributaries of the River of Time.
If hundreds were not enough, he threw out another few hundred, and then another few hundred.
Lu Yin could see Old Blind Man and the others now, but they could not see him. The distance he could observe through Mirror Light Technique was simply too vast. He needed time to speak with Old Blind Man and the others.
That time had to be won with the tributaries of the River of Time.
Looking back, Bu Qing was drawing closer and closer—faster than he had expected.
Keep going.