A snow-bright saber light flashed past, severing Jiao's body into two halves. It dissolved into a pool of blood that spread in all directions.
In an instant, a Blood Sea unfurled.
Lu Ye glanced sideways and clearly saw a fleeting line of blood reflected in his vision. You Ran caught up to it. "Think you can escape?"
If this had not been the Combat Platform, Jiao might have had some hope of survival. But once the Combat Platform had been deployed, they were both within the internal space of a Supreme Treasure. Only when life and death had been decided would the restrictions of this space be lifted.
Jiao had likely never imagined that the Sub-Treasure he had meant to use against Lu Ye would now become the very shackle binding him. He had lifted a stone only to smash his own foot.
The thick Blood Sea could not conceal Jiao at all. Lu Ye could easily pinpoint his location through the perception granted by Liao Power, not to mention that a massive shadow was trailing behind Jiao.
The Chaos Scale had stripped away far more than merely a portion of Jiao's strength. It had taken his speed as well. Now, Jiao could not outrun Lu Ye. As he fled, saber light swept in from behind, dealing him heavy blows again and again.
Yet he still persevered!
Because he still had a chance—the outcome of the Chaos Scale's power.
He could clearly sense that the foundation stripped from him could not remain in Lu Ye's possession forever. It would be returned before long, in roughly a hundred breaths.
So long as he could stall for a hundred breaths, he would regain his strength. At that point, even without a Dao Soldier, he might not lack the power to fight.
Yet