The battlefield had been a solemn place of slaughter, but now it had taken on a different character. It really had changed.
Whenever Mr. Yi appeared, everyone kept a thousand yards away and covered their noses.
Lu Yin chased after Mr. Yi. "Come on! Come at me! I'll fight you to the death!"
Mr. Yi's face was deathly pale. Some things couldn't be changed even after reaching the level of an Imprinter. They were instinctive, and even the transformation of his body by the universe couldn't change certain instincts. For example, his aversion to filth and his compulsions.
Mr. Yi's aversion to filth was severe to the point of madness. He would rather die than be contaminated by that foul-smelling object.
In the distance, Elder Tong and Elder Yuan were both stunned, having completely forgotten about the battle.
Hai Qiqi covered her nose and stayed far away. It really stank.
Lu Yin couldn't stand it either. Star energy couldn't keep the stench out; it was as if it went straight into his brain. One whiff, and he'd never forget it for the rest of his life.
Waving the foul-smelling object around, Lu Yin seemed to have reached the peak of his life as he chased an Imprinter.
Mr. Yi was on the verge of despair.
Just then, countless cultivators arrived from another direction. They clearly had retreated from some dojo, and among them was Young Master Hai.
Seeing reinforcements arrive, Mr. Yi wasn't the least bit angry. Instead, he was relieved. He withdrew with everyone else, leaving without looking back.
The moment those cultivators reached the battlefield, they caught a whiff of the appalling stench, and their expressions became quite something.
Watching Mr. Yi leave with Elder Yuan, Elder Tong breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Lu Yin