This silver-white sword talisman spun for an unknown duration, perhaps a dozen days, or perhaps several months.
Finally, it stopped and fell into the dust.
Some ten days later.
A group of people flew in from afar, headed by a plump old man lying on a jade bed, gasping for breath, with his life force nearly completely dissipated. It was only the intervention of the Shadow Puppet God Monarch from the Immortal Artifact Sect that barely kept him alive.
"That ant must have escaped..."
The Shadow Puppet God Monarch picked up the jade talisman that had fallen to the ground and sighed: "It must have used some kind of ultra-long-range teleportation formation to instantly leave the lock-on range of the quasi-eighth rank sword talisman, or perhaps some sort of concealment technique, or even a fake death technique... In the cultivation world, there is nothing too strange."
"Ant..."
"Hahaha!"
