C1513 We Won't Stop Until One of Us Dies

Chang Baimei appeared oblivious as he casually strolled closer to Zhao Yu's hiding spot, as if he were merely out for a leisurely shopping trip.

One hundred meters...

Seventy meters...

Before long, he had closed the gap to within thirty meters of Zhao Yu.

For a cultivator at the Primordial Spirit Stage, such a distance was negligible.

His target seemed completely off guard