Above the azure dome of Chongli Heaven, the fierce wind tore through as flowing clouds surged.
Two streaks of light, one chasing and one fleeing, raged through the air, moving at astonishing speed, leaving only intersecting shadows behind in the void, rippling the very fabric of space.
In the past, Qin Changkong had relentlessly pursued Du Han, forcing him to flee in disarray.
Now, the roles of hunter and prey have reversed.
Du Han's dark green robe fluttered wildly, and though his body still bore the fatigue of battle, it couldn't conceal his decisive and lethal demeanor.
With each step he took, the void trembled, scattering golden light as he locked onto the faintly glowing stream of light ahead, never missing a beat.
His eyes were cold and calm, his Divine Thought unwaveringly locking onto Qin Changkong's Yang Spirit aura, as he mused silently:
"Qin Changkong, the heavenly way cycles... once the hunter, now the trapped prey."
