Ren Yuan's golden eyes lit up with sudden hope. An illusion? If this wasn't the real Yin, then perhaps there was still a chance to escape!
Yin's smile didn't waver. "Oh? You can tell?" He spread his hands mockingly. "But does it matter? The fact remains—you've shaken hands with Nian Shi. How does it feel to betray everything you once stood for?"
Yun Lintian's grip on the God-Slaying Sword tightened. "Enough nonsense."
He raised his blade—
But Yin's illusion moved faster.
With a snap of his fingers, the space around Ren Yuan distorted, forming a temporary rift.
Ren Yuan didn't hesitate. He grabbed the wounded Chun Yue and lunged toward the opening—
"You think I'll let you leave?"
Yun Lintian's voice boomed like divine thunder. The power of the God of Space erupted violently, shattering Yin's makeshift portal before Ren Yuan could cross through.
Yet in that split second of chaos—
Yin's illusion lunged at Yun Lintian, forcing him to divert his attention.
BOOM!
