Half an hour.
A full half hour.
The Young Master Weird felt as though it was not hunting a human, but being toyed with by one.
"Huff, huff..."
It hovered in midair, its chest rising and falling slightly. Its elegant face had lost all its earlier composure.
Anger, confusion, and a trace of barely concealed exhaustion flickered in its golden eyes.
It stared at the red figure ahead, wishing it could tear him to pieces.
But the problem was!
It could not.
Over the past half hour, it had attacked no fewer than thirty times.
Every time, it thought it had hit its target.
The first time, Luo Fan was crushed by its power, flesh and blood flying everywhere.
Then it discovered that it was only a doppelgänger.
The second time, it used an area attack to force Luo Fan out of invisibility, then slammed its palm down.
Then that body turned into a Rag Doll.
The third time, it finally caught Luo Fan's real body, its fingers already clamped around his neck.
Then Luo Fan's figure blurred and became that doppelgänger again, while his real body appeared dozens of meters away.
The fourth time, the fifth, the sixth,
Doppelgänger, Rag Doll, doppelgänger, Rag Doll, doppelgänger, Rag Doll,
Back and forth, over and over.
The Young Master Weird felt as though it was playing a stupid game it could never beat.
Every time it thought it was about to win, that damned human turned into something else and slipped through its fingers.
"Damn it!"
It could not help cursing aloud.
A mighty sixth-tier rule mastery level being, toyed with by a fourth-tier human for half an hour. If word got out, how could it ever show its face again?
And Luo Fan?
He was dozens of meters away, panting heavily,