The field, energy, runes, and all other powers could not be released. At this moment, Lu Yin was as powerless as a baby.

In front of his eyes, the blade came again, the eighty-first sword, frontal, slashing, from top to bottom, the same as the first sword, but something more than the first sword, Lu Yin couldn't explain.

As the blade fell, the void collapsed. Lu Yin took a few steps back. He was able to move. He subconsciously avoided the place and looked around. There was nothing. Is this the place where he just sat? Someone had clearly slashed eighty-one times before.

, but nothing around it has changed, the dew, the moonlight, the grass, nothing has changed at all.

Was what just happened an illusion?

Lu Yin's pupils flickered and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. It was not an illusion. After all, he was a strong man who could compete with the ancestral realm. How could he not be able to distinguish between illusion and reality? But what was it just now?

He did suffer eighty-one cuts. Who? He was absolutely unimaginably strong, and he couldn't even notice it. If that person really wanted to kill him, he would have been cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.

Lu Yin's whole body was cold, as if he had died once.

At this time, the void gathered where he had just sat down, and under his gaze, a knife, as big as a palm and very small, appeared, floating in the air.

Lu Yin stared at it blankly. It was this knife that he remembered had cut him eighty-one times. It was exactly the same.

He looked around again and saluted: "Junior Xuan Qi, if there is any disturbance, senior please don't blame me."

No one answered.

Lu Yin shouted again, and then tried to expand the field outside, covering all around, and then expanded it until he approached the people who came to participate in the last three quarters. He could not find anyone around, and he could not find the person who attacked him.

He must be a strong person in the ancestral realm, and the strongest among the strong.

Lu Yin took a deep breath and slowly approached the palm-sized knife, but the knife didn't respond.

Lu Yin reached out and grabbed the knife.

The moment he touched the knife, a feeling of blood connection appeared. The scene of him being chopped eighty-one times flashed through Lu Yin's mind. He looked at the knife in his hand in shock. It was a knife, but it was not a knife.
Chapter completed!