"Damn it, you despicable bastard! I must have been blind to ever keep company with you."
Watching Blood Baleful flee, Di Ting cursed furiously. He truly must have been blind to associate with this guy—when danger came, he was the first to run?
Yet he was growing weaker and weaker. His cultivation had already fallen to the peak of Dao Integration, an utterly horrifying rate of decline.
"Trying to run?"
Ye Lin released Di Ting, then sent a strand of Sword Qi into his body. Di Ting, who could only wield Dao Integration-stage strength, had no way of blocking Ye Lin's Sword Qi.
His internal organs, including his sea of consciousness, were obliterated by that Sword Qi with the force of dead wood crumbling before a gale. In the end, his massive body plunged into the deep sea below, stirring up towering waves.
Meanwhile, Ye Lin transformed into a streak of sword light and fled into the distance. In the blink of an eye, he caught up to Blood Baleful, who was still running. As everyone knew, among all cultivators, sword cultivators were the fastest.
Unless one possessed some other method, merely competing in speed meant one could never compare to a sword cultivator.
Moreover, this world was too fragile. Tearing open space to flee could easily leave one lost in the void. In major worlds, the world barrier was extremely sturdy, impossible to tear apart.
But in minor worlds like this, the world barrier was as fragile as ordinary space. One could never know exactly what one had torn open.
This was precisely the lesson Ye Lin had learned the last time he tore through space to travel.
"Damn it."
Seeing Ye Lin relentlessly pursuing him from behind, Blood Baleful's face darkened with fury. Yet he did not dare