Ye Lin darted freely through the alleys. He had no idea where to go, so the first thing he did was commit every path he took to memory.
A precise map had already taken shape in his mind.
Every unfamiliar stretch he explored made that map a little more accurate.
This trial had neither a limit on the number of people who could pass nor a time limit. It did not matter if he took things slowly.
The others were doing the same thing. They had all settled on the same approach.
As Ye Lin walked, he heard a scream from up ahead.
Curious, he went to take a look.
He saw three black-robed figures pinning a young man to the ground. Each held a blood-red sickle, and they hacked at his body without pause.
One slash, then another, then another.
Slash after slash.
Blood spread across the ground.
Those blood-red sickles were no ordinary weapons, either. With every strike, the young man's aura weakened.
Who knew how many times he had already been cut? His aura had dwindled to almost nothing, and now he could not even move.
At this rate, they would hack him to death right there.
For a mighty Taiyi Golden Immortal to be hacked to death like this was a sorry sight.
Ye Lin gave him a glance, then left him to it and continued on his way.
He flickered through the alleys, covering ten or even twenty meters with each step.
His movements were all but invisible to the naked eye.
But Ye Lin could sense at least three black-robed figures pursuing him with all their might.
It was only a matter of time before they caught up.
All he could do now was keep picking up speed.
Faster, then faster still.
He had