Lin Yi turned toward the basin rim.
The clearing had taken less time than he had expected, which was a statement that applied to most things in the Allheaven Expanse once the Set Attribute Core and the sixty-four skill absorptions had restructured what he was capable of.
Thirty thousand Furious Flame Lions in a volcanic basin, gone in under ten minutes. The Spatial Storage Token was still storing the last of the amplified drops. The spiritual energy column still rose from the central pool in its dense continuous stream.
He activated Heaven Step, orienting toward the rim to begin the ascent.
Then he stopped.
Movement. From above the basin, descending through the basin's open top in a trajectory that was fast, the movement of someone who had been waiting for a specific moment and had decided that moment had arrived.
A figure on a flying sword.
