Within the Chess Grid, Lu Ye was bathed in blood from head to toe. Raising his blade, he charged straight at the Spell Cultivator. He targeted the Spell Cultivator because he had suffered a small loss at his hands earlier, and comparatively speaking, Spell Cultivators were easier to kill.
The crucial question now was how to get close to him.
This Chess Grid was not particularly large, but neither was it small. It was enough for Harmony Dao cultivators to dart about and maneuver within it.
Seeing Lu Ye charge at him, the prepared Spell Cultivator immediately cast several secret techniques upon himself. In an instant, his entire body was wrapped in a light, agile wind as he continuously retreated.
Lu Ye knew at once that he was going to be led around by the nose.
He could not help feeling vexed. A lower cultivation realm really was troublesome. Against a Harmony Dao cultivator, he was indeed inferior in speed. As long as the enemy was determined not to confront him head-on, there was little he could do. The enemies he had killed earlier had entirely come knocking at his door.
He could activate the Blood Sea Art to conceal his tracks, which might give him a chance to approach the enemy. But it was only a chance. If the enemy kept moving through the Blood Sea, he still would not be able to catch up.
Sure enough, as he pursued, the Spell Cultivator merely fled. He did not even cast any spells, and judging by his manner, he still had plenty of room to spare.
Lu Ye sighed faintly to himself. It seemed the surprise he had just received could not be saved!
At this point, he had already gained Insight into the truth of that surprise. It had