Time flowed on, and twenty short breaths quickly passed.
Beside the chessboard, Black Blood hesitated slightly before ultimately deciding to move the surviving Ghost Cultivator away.
Originally, he had not wanted to bother. Those fools were so useless that there was no need for them to survive at all. But if he left them alone, Lu Ye would have another chance to kill them.
So he could only move him away, lest he suffer another deadly attack.
Within the Blood Sea, the Ghost Cultivator quickly sensed that he was being moved. Yet he felt no joy whatsoever; instead, bitterness filled his heart.
He was not at the edge of the Chess Grid right now, but some distance away from it. He secretly regretted that, had he known things would turn out like this, he should have stayed pressed against the edge of the Chess Grid. If he had, he would only need an instant to flee into an adjacent Chess Grid and preserve his own safety.
But from where he stood now, it would take three breaths.
The crucial thing was that he did not know where his enemy was. Moreover, he was within the Blood Sea. Once he made any unusual move, the enemy would surely have some means of restraining him.
But things had come to this, and he had no other choice. He could not remain here forever. That immense pressure had left his mind unsettled, and sooner or later, he would expose a flaw.
Thus, after only a brief moment of thought, the Ghost Cultivator suddenly unleashed his Secret Technique and darted toward the direction in which he was being moved at top speed.
The Blood Sea's tranquility was instantly shattered.
Around the Ghost Cultivator, countless undercurrents sprang into being from nowhere. They twisted and surged