Within overlapping spacetime, a square appeared. Beyond time, behind it, a pair of deep-set eyes stared fixedly at Lu Yin, their pupils flickering with a dim gray light.
Lu Yin raised his palm and struck. His arm had withered, and as it trembled, nine phantoms flickered and merged, accompanied by Black Flame as they shot toward the square.
Whoosh!
Black Flame pulsed with twelve-colored divine power and collided with the square, continuously slicing through it. The square, too, burned without pause.
A vast expanse of gray surged in from another direction. The Time Master had pinpointed Lu Yin's location.
Lu Yin frowned. He raised his other hand, five fingers burning with five tongues of Black Flame, and flung them out at once.
The five tongues of Black Flame slammed into the void, colliding with the Gray Time.
Meanwhile, he took Fate with him and flowed downstream, putting distance between them.
After the Gray Time scattered the Black Flame, the Time Master arrived at the spot where they had been. It gazed toward the direction they had flowed downstream. They had escaped.
That human was becoming increasingly adept at using methods on the Master level.
He would only grow harder to deal with.
It withdrew its gaze and surveyed the surroundings. It could be certain that the unsettling feeling came from that human—but what had he done? Why did he make them uneasy? The more uneasy they felt, the more they needed to find the reason.
It did not leave in a hurry. Instead, it searched the area, looking into the past.
But it was soon disappointed. The Past Traces of Lu Yin and Fate had been erased.
It had found Lu Yin earlier not because of his Past Traces, but because it had happened to see him while looking into