"I told you to keep running."
Looking at the wisp of white light floating silently in the void before him, Ye Lin's lips curled upward.
He had chased this thing for over a hundred breaths, and now it had finally stopped running. It was already in the bag.
Still, this thing had been ridiculously fast. Even at full speed, he had been unable to match it.
Come on.
Ye Lin walked step by step toward the Sword Dao Law.
"Hahaha, the Sword Dao Law is mine."
Just as Ye Lin was about to make his move, a burst of laughter rang out in the distance.
Yet in the blink of an eye, the white streak of light before him abruptly vanished.
Watching the Sword Dao Law he had painstakingly pursued for over a hundred breaths disappear into thin air just as it was within reach, Ye Lin expressionlessly looked at the newcomer.
"Damn it, why did it run away? Could this Law have intelligence? Did it get scared off just because I was too loud?"
"What the heck."
The newcomer was a woman dressed in a purple gown, standing barefoot in the Void. A trace of regret showed on her exquisite face.
She stood there with her lips pursed, her eyes filled with disappointment.
Suddenly, as though sensing something, she slowly raised her head.
Ahead of her stood a figure in blood-red robes and a Blood-colored Mask, staring at her without blinking.
"Pray that you have two lives."
Ye Lin slowly drew the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor and spoke coldly.
"What are you talking abou—"
Before she could finish, the blood-red figure in the distance abruptly vanished.
"Damn it."
The woman's expression changed slightly. With a wave of her hand, a cyan Long Sword appeared in her grasp,