Eight Deadly Sins

The roar had barely faded when another voice rang out.

"Go fuck your uncle! Catch me if you can!"

Lin Yi halted, his eyelid twitching. He knew that voice too well—Ye Xing.

This brat hadn't been eliminated yet?

He turned toward the source of the voice. After only a few steps, a bedraggled figure came sprinting wildly out from behind a barren hill.

Ye Xing was covered in dust, his robe torn open, his hair full of sand. He was running so fast that the soles of his shoes were practically smoking.

The instant he saw Lin Yi, his entire face shifted from panic to wild delight, and his eyes lit up.

"Big Brother! Save me! That bastard has been chasing me for a whole day!"

As he shouted, he put on another burst of speed, crossed the distance in three strides, and cleanly ducked behind Lin Yi with practiced ease.

The pursuer quickly caught up.

That man's aura was not weak, sturdier than that of an ordinary genius by a fair margin.

But when he clearly sensed the surging strength of Lin Yi's blood and qi, his footsteps stopped.

His expression changed several times. He had spent a day chasing Ye Xing and had consumed quite a bit of energy. The aura of the person before him was outrageously powerful.

"...I'll let you off this time." He spat toward Ye Xing behind Lin Yi. "Don't let me catch you again."

Then he turned and ran.

But Lin Yi had no intention of letting him get away.

His figure flashed as Flowing Light, Fleeting Shadow activated. He was already behind the man, one hand resting on his shoulder.

"You've come all this way. What's the rush?"

Cold sweat immediately beaded on the man's forehead.

His reaction was swift. He twisted