bioinnovel Chapter 728 It's Time to End
Chapter 728 It's Time to End
When the Emperor completely gave up the fight and poured all his power into that escape technique, although he still could not completely shake off the white-robed youth's pursuit and would still be grazed by the all-pervasive sword light from time to time, at least he no longer faced the fatal crisis of being instantly killed at close range.
As time went by, after a long interstellar marathon, while the Emperor was enduring excruciating pain, his heart, which had been pounding violently with fear, gradually calmed down.
As it turns out, abandoning his dignity and constantly running away is indeed the only and best option he can currently find.
As he ran, he used a wisp of his divine sense to examine his physical condition.
Although he looked utterly miserable, with not a single unscathed spot on his body and his white robes stained a deep crimson with blood, most of the shocking sword wounds were merely superficial pain and had not affected his internal organs or the origin of chaos.
More importantly, the right arm that was severed at the root by the white-clad youth's sword during their first encounter, as well as the left arm that was cut off to save his life, have finally regrowed.
What does this tell us?
This shows that although the opponent's sword light can ignore his Chaos Saint Body defense and suppress his recovery with residual sword intent, as long as he is not hit in a vital spot and his life force is not severed by the opponent's sword, with the vast foundation of his perfect Chaos Saint Body, he can completely wear it down!
The Emperor quickly calculated in his mind, the fear in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a gloomy coldness.
"Emperor Yan, do you think you can kill the real me with this phantom of the future summoned by overdrawing your lifespan? You're too naive!"
As the Emperor dodged another sword light that attacked from behind, he sneered inwardly.
He was well aware of the fatal flaw in this forbidden technique that reversed time and space and summoned phantoms of the future.
Even if Emperor Yan were to give up his life completely, the white-robed phantom would not be able to exist in this space-time for very long.
As long as he can hold out for this period of time, until the phantom disappears completely into the world due to the loss of power, this absurd farce will come to an end!
"Doing this is just a little embarrassing..."
The Emperor glanced at his own disheveled appearance, like a beggar, and consoled himself with a self-deprecating laugh.
For thousands of years, he has maintained that invincible posture of being high above and in control of everything.
Today, he was chased and hacked across half the universe by a phantom summoned by a junior, and even lost his hand once. If this gets out, his reputation as the Emperor will be completely ruined.
However, it was merely a matter of losing face, and the Emperor quickly forgot about it after a brief period of humiliation.
Face is worthless in the face of true life and death.
Only those who survive have the right to write history and define what dignity is.
"As long as I can stall until this illusory figure disappears, I will remain the mastermind behind all things in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths! I will remain the supreme ruler who controls the fate of all beings!"
A cold and resolute light flashed in the Emperor's eyes.
Having figured this out, the Emperor's mindset completely relaxed.
He no longer felt any anger or resentment, like a cold, precise escape machine, calculating every evasion to the extreme.
No matter how fierce the sword light behind him was, no matter how many wounds he sustained, he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, just silently sped towards the depths of space.
He firmly believed that the scales of victory were tilting in his favor little by little as time went by.
However, the saddest thing in this world is when you think you've seen through everything and found the perfect key to breaking the deadlock, only to find that you've already fallen into someone else's deeper scheme.
Just as the Emperor was immersed in his perfect logic of "as long as he survives, he will win" and was preparing to embark on a long marathon escape journey.
The white-clad youth, who had been relentlessly following him like a leech, constantly unleashing deadly sword strikes, suddenly underwent a subtle change.
The white-clad youth's deep, star-like eyes calmly gazed at the figure ahead, whose back, though covered in blood and in a sorry state, was still moving with extreme efficiency and precision in evading and escaping.
He narrowed his eyes slightly.
What the Emperor could think of, how could he, who came from the future, had experienced countless storms, and even specifically studied how to deal with this ancient black hand, not think of it?
The young man in white was very clear that although he currently held absolute power and had completely restrained the Emperor in various ways, he was still able to achieve his goal.
However, the duration of this phantom's existence is indeed his biggest weakness.
At most, his phantom will collapse completely due to energy depletion, turning back into the dust of time.
Although the Emperor before them looked utterly wretched, covered in blood, the foundation of his perfect Chaos Saint Body was incredibly profound, making him seem like an unkillable star cockroach.
"It seems that this cat-and-mouse game of slowly boiling a frog in water is not going to work."
The white-clad youth's mocking smile slowly faded.
His figure, which had appeared somewhat graceful due to wielding his sword, suddenly paused almost imperceptibly in mid-air.
Instead of relentlessly unleashing sword energies that tore through the void as before, he slowly sheathed the silver longsword, which radiated a chilling light, back to his side.
As he stopped moving, the suffocatingly sharp sword intent that had filled the edge of the universe receded like a tide in an instant.
The entire starry sky fell into an eerily silent stillness.
This sudden calm did not bring any relief to the fleeing emperor. Instead, it triggered a frantic alarm in his keen intuition, and a sense of life-or-death crisis a thousand times stronger than before washed over him like ice water.
The Emperor couldn't help but turn around, looking at the white-robed youth who was standing still with surprise and uncertainty.
The young man in white stood silently in the shattered starry sky.
His gaze became more focused and profound than ever before, a kind of absolute confidence that had been forged through countless ages.
The young man in white looked at the Emperor, and the corners of his mouth curled up again, but this time, it was not a mockery, but a cold declaration of death.
He knew that time was running out, and it was time to end this long chase.