"Come to think of it, how did you manage to track us here?" Shen Luo suddenly asked.
"We have your Azure Sky Inkstone and Ink Soul Brush to thank for that. Without the spatial power contained within those two treasures, we would not have been able to forcibly activate the Teleportation Magic Formation at the final moment," Yan Lie said with a smile.
"Then I suppose I count as the savior of you two... But judging by the way you look, it seems you did not come here to repay the favor?" Shen Luo raised a brow.
"Savior? Heh, Fellow Daoist Shen really knows how to joke. The three of us have formed an alliance now. If you know what is good for you, surrender without resistance. Perhaps you may yet keep your lives and save us the trouble of wasting Magic Power," Myriad Waters True Immortal said before the others could speak.
"Fellow Daoist Myriad Waters, you are laying it on too thick. Keep acting like this, and I might actually start believing you..." Shen Luo rolled his eyes and said helplessly.
Myriad Waters True Immortal was angered into laughter. "At a time like this, what is the point of playing such tricks?"
Though he spoke thus, he was genuinely worried that the other two might misunderstand him. He therefore struck first, charging at Shen Luo and Nie Caizhu.
The spiritual light on his Cloud-Chasing Lightning-Pursuing Boots suddenly blazed, and his figure instantly turned into an afterimage before vanishing from where he stood.
Shen Luo's gaze flickered. His Netherworld Ghost Eye had long since been activated. He stepped sideways with the Slanting Moon Step, twisted his body, and deftly dodged aside, passing Myriad Waters True Immortal by.
He had already gripped a Pure Yang Flying Sword in his palm