The woman, Number Three, nocked another void arrow. A cold smile played on her lips.
"Lord Yin sends his regards."
Nian Shi's mind raced. Number Three? Then Number Four was just one of many? How many of these things had Yin created?
He tried to summon the Blade of Eternity, but the void arrow in his chest disrupted his connection to time itself. The weapon flickered weakly in his hand before dissipating.
Number Three drew her bow. "Your time ends here, God of Time."
Nian Shi did the only thing he could—he fractured reality around himself, creating a thousand temporal mirrors that scattered his essence across different timelines. It was a desperate, costly move that would take centuries to recover from.
But survival came first.
Number Three's cold smile never wavered. "Futile."
