The vortex twisted even the surrounding space. Ye Lin's killing sword strike seemed to have pierced into a mirage of flowers in a mirror and moon in water. Though its tip had clearly locked onto its target, it eerily emerged from behind Zhao Qiankun and stabbed outward.
"Space?"
Ye Lin withdrew his Long Sword and swiftly retreated, frowning as he looked at Xuanyin in the distance.
This fellow might be incapable of fighting head-on, but he was truly skilled at firing cold arrows from the shadows.
"Damn it."
Zhao Qiankun came back to his senses and subconsciously wiped at the nonexistent sweat on his forehead, looking at Ye Lin with extreme wariness.
Luckily, Xuanyin had acted quickly just now. Otherwise, he would most likely have died at this fellow's hands.
Xuanyin's double pupils began rotating once more, strange lights flowing around him, while Ye Lin narrowed his eyes slightly.
This fellow absolutely could not be allowed to remain. He had to be the first one eliminated.
"Slash."
Holding the Emperor Sword, Ye Lin charged toward Xuanyin.
If he did not kill this fellow, it would not be easy for him to deal with Zhao Qiankun.
So he had to take this fellow out first. Only then could he focus wholeheartedly on dealing with Zhao Qiankun.
"Don't even think about it."
Zhao Qiankun naturally saw through Ye Lin's intentions as well. Gripping his long spear, he charged at Ye Lin.
"Go."
With a casual gesture from Ye Lin, Xiaoyao's figure suddenly appeared beside him.
He had left all three clones in the Heavenly Court, waiting for his command to throw the Heavenly Court into chaos.
Xiaoyao had already arranged everything, so there was no further use in remaining at the Heavenly Court. Ye Lin directly summoned him over.
"What?"
Seeing a