Hun Ji watched in horror. That could work? His defenses were powerful, but he wasn't immortal. How could Ming Qing let Lu Yin keep hacking away without worrying about being chopped to pieces?
Saint Rou and Time Gui exchanged glances. It seemed something had occurred to them, and their gazes darkened.
Lu Yin noticed something. No matter how he brought his sword down, he couldn't cut all the way through Ming Qing's body. At most, he could carve a bloodstain across its skin, and the wound never went any deeper.
It was its life force.
Ming Qing had concentrated its immense life force just beneath its skin. So although it looked battered and Lu Yin kept injuring it, apart from the First Sword, every other slash had only hurt its flesh.
It seemed as if blood were spraying across the heavens and earth, but the wounds were only superficial.
Still, those wounds were real.
Ming Qing was using them.
Just as Lu Yin was thinking this, an indescribable chill suddenly swept over him. He instinctively used Instant Movement to escape. The space where he'd been standing vanished, a flash of gray passing through it.
What was that?
Space vanished again around him.
Lu Yin hurriedly dodged. The spot where he'd just been standing disappeared completely, leaving only an unfathomable darkness that swallowed everything around it before slowly repairing itself.
No matter what anyone did to the universe, it could always restore itself. Lu Yin had even deliberately studied this phenomenon.
The restoration he saw now was the slowest he'd ever witnessed.
Ming Qing had attacked without moving. Its pupils fixed on Lu Yin, then on a spot nearby—and that spot vanished. Lu Yin kept using Instant Movement to evade. All he heard were muffled booms as space vanished again and