The Blood Refining Ancestor chased after Lin Yun at a leisurely pace, not in any hurry to strike, a mocking look on his face as he toyed with him.
'This undying old bastard…' Lin Yun seethed as the Blood Refining Ancestor toyed with him. But at that moment, all he could do was run. What else was there? The man was in the Primordial Ocean Realm. Was he supposed to go fight him to the death?
While the Blood Refining Ancestor was chasing Lin Yun, the nearby Monk and Daoist seized the opportunity to accelerate, trying to escape the area.
Spotting the figures of the Monk and Daoist, the Blood Refining Ancestor let out a soft hum. He then turned to Lin Yun with a faint smile. "Little fellow, the game ends now."
As he spoke, the Blood Refining Ancestor thrust out a palm. A crimson hand descended from the sky, instantly engulfing Lin Yun.
