"I'm done for."
The Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar immediately fell silent, lying quietly on Ye Lin's shoulder without uttering a word.
"Kid, you'll fight me head-on, won't you?"
An incomparably terrifying aura radiated from the Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord as he gazed calmly at Ye Lin.
He had never expected the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar, that ungrateful traitor, to dare expose him so directly.
Damn it.
"Senior, you'll have to guess."
Ye Lin slowly backed away.
He was extremely fast. The Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord before him simply could not keep up with his speed.
As long as he insisted on evading, no matter what method the Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord used, he would never be able to catch him.
And Ye Lin only needed to stall for three hundred breaths to win without fighting.
"Damn it."
As soon as he spoke, the Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord's figure, like one of the Gods and Devils, charged at Ye Lin.
Ye Lin's body transformed into a streak of sword light, constantly weaving through the space to evade.
Ye Lin was too fast; the Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord could not keep pace with him at all.
"Damn it, stop! Stop right there!"
Watching Ye Lin do nothing but evade without engaging him, the Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord was so enraged that he could not help cursing.
Damnable. Utterly damnable.
In this state, his blood qi was being consumed every moment.
Once it was completely depleted, he would enter a period of weakness.
Then he would be a lamb awaiting slaughter.
"Senior, a hundred breaths have already passed."
Ye Lin stood in the distance with his hands behind his back, calmly looking at the Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord.
The Heaven-Devouring Devil Lord, meanwhile, held the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar with a troubled expression.
Even after bringing out every trump card he had kept