The sword was his everything.
Yuan Zhou's darkness could not swallow the sword's perception.
Bone Slayer's movements could not escape the sword's tracking.
The sword in Ye Lin's hand slashed faster and faster, its light weaving into a vast silvery-white net within the darkness, trapping Bone Slayer inside.
Bone Slayer's eleven legs soon became ten, ten became nine, nine became eight...
His body began to tremble—not from pain, but from fear.
He had never encountered an opponent like this.
He could not see him, could not hit him, could not escape him.
Every attack he made was predicted in advance, and every movement he made was locked onto with pinpoint precision.
It was as though everything about him lay within the other party's control, with no secrets left to speak of.
At last, Bone Slayer could no longer endure it.
"Damn it, what exactly did you do?"
He abandoned his attack. His eleven mangled legs kicked fiercely against the Void, launching his body into the darkness as he tried to flee the battlefield.
But Ye Lin's sword was faster.
A streak of silvery-white sword light shot out of the darkness, caught up to Bone Slayer, and pierced through his back and out his chest.
Bone Slayer's body froze in midair. He lowered his head and looked at the fist-sized bloody hole in his chest.
Gray blood gushed from the wound, unceasing as a spring.
His eleven mangled legs drooped weakly, and his body began to fall.
But just as he was about to plunge into the depths of the darkness, Yuan Zhou made his move.
A black ray shot from the darkness, coiling around Bone Slayer's body and dragging him back.
"Don't even think of running. The battle isn't over yet."
"What flows through our veins is the bloodline of