"Extreme Yin, you cannot escape. Surrender obediently and reveal every secret you carry. This Sect Master may consider granting your soul a chance to reincarnate," Ming Yuan said.
There had originally been nearly twenty thousand li between him and Song Wen, but under his relentless pursuit, the distance had narrowed to around four thousand li.
Moreover, the corpse qi rage pythons he had unleashed were now less than a hundred li from Song Wen.
In his eyes, Extreme Yin was a turtle in a jar, with nowhere left to run.
"Ming Yuan, you want to capture me alive? What a fool's dream!"
As Song Wen's mocking voice fell, five blood-red crystals abruptly appeared in his right hand.
The instant the crystals shattered, a full five hundred identical figures burst forth from his body, shooting in every direction—into the heavens and across the earth.
The escape speed of every figure surged in an instant, seemingly breaking past the limits of Great Ascension cultivators. Yet compared to Ming Yuan, a true Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, they were still clearly inferior.
"Blood Shadow Thousand Illusions!"
Ming Yuan cried out in alarm.
The corpse qi rage pythons had already closed in, ramming back and forth among the many "Song Wens," smashing one after another into blood mist. Yet not a shred of flesh could be seen.
At the same time.
More than twenty thousand li behind them, over a dozen Great Ascension cultivators were following the auras left behind by Song Wen and Ming Yuan, pursuing them without relent.
"Fellow cultivators, I shall take the first step and go lend Sect Master Ming Yuan a hand."
Ying Wu suddenly spoke from within the crowd.
Immediately afterward, his natal magic treasure—the Azure Luan Sword—abruptly appeared.
"Kree!"
The Azure Luan Sword transformed into a phantom of an