One skill point per second, I turn fireballs into forbidden spells.

Chapter 876 A Fate That Had Already Begun

The vast River Styx eventually returned to calm.

Lin You's revenge was thus avenged.

Wuzhiqi and the Great Sage, who were placed in Lin Yi's sea of ​​consciousness, witnessed the whole process and were somewhat shocked.

Especially Wuzhiqi, who previously believed that frantically outputting skills was the worst approach in battle and would be completely ineffective against strong opponents.

Today, his opinion has changed somewhat.

Even if Qin Guang was defeated by Lin Yi while injured, it does not change the fact that Qin Guang is a high-ranking god.

For Lin Yi, the fact that randomly using skills would cause unnecessary resource consumption had no impact whatsoever.

With such a solid foundation, Lin Yi doesn't need to worry about any drawbacks other than skill cooldowns.

Looking at the Styx River that he had summoned, Lin Yi felt a sense of emotion.

When he first added the Necromancer skill to the Forbidden Spell, he was somewhat puzzled as to why the Forbidden Spell of the Necromancer was not a buff skill that would enhance the Necromancer Monarch's combat power.

Now he finally understood that he and Jiuyou had long ago formed an inextricable bond.

He truly never imagined that one day he would actually see the real River Styx with his own eyes.

As Lin You's voice gradually faded away, a sense of loss began to rise in Lin Yi's heart.

All of this happened far too suddenly.

Just as he was about to leave, the Soul-Severing Technique stuck in Qin Guang's chest began to flash with a faint gray light.

This is?

Lin Yi's gaze was drawn to the Soul Severing Technique.

Qin Guang's body, which had stopped dissipating, began to dissipate and dissolve again, converging towards the location of the Soul Severing Technique.

As Lin Yi's natal artifact, the Soul Severing Technique would be sensed by Lin Yi in the slightest change.

At this moment, Lin Yi clearly felt the immense divine power that originally belonged to Qin Guang frantically converging towards the Soul Severing Technique.

Qin Guang's memories from his lifetime also flooded into Lin Yi's mind.

This, this is it!

Lin Yi's heart skipped a beat and he felt a surge of excitement.

Isn't this effect just a perfect plus version of [Touch of Reincarnation]?

Previously, the skill 【Touch of Reincarnation】 had the effect of gaining a small portion of the target's attributes and memories from their previous life by touching a deceased target.

The Soul Severing Technique is different. Lin Yi can absorb a large amount of the attributes of the target killed by it, and at the same time read the memories of the target before death. Such an ability is not an exaggeration to call it the Touch of Reincarnation.

In an instant, a large amount of divine power, primordial power, and memories unique to Qin Guang were all taken by Lin Yi, including Qin Guang's perfect control over his soul.

Returning to reality, Lin Yi dared not delay any longer.

From Qin Guang's memories, he learned that the soaring crimson killing intent came from the Sha Gui tribe, and he also learned about the Sha Gui tribe.

Lin Yi had no interest in why such a terrifying race as the Demon Slayers would appear in the Nine Netherworld. He knew very well that if he didn't leave decisively, he would be stuck here forever.

Outside Qin Zhu's palace, Moke Kasyapa and other deities who were usually high and mighty were all bruised and battered. Scattered around them were dozens of corpses of the Kshatriya clan.

When facing ordinary creatures, displaying sufficient strength to intimidate them can instill fear in them, disrupt their attack rhythm, and even frighten them.

However, this deterrent effect had no effect whatsoever on the Sha Gui tribe.

The remains of the Demon Clan were slowly melting, and the melting bodies would sublimate into wisps of blood-red smoke.

These fumes have a stimulant-like effect. When the surviving members of the Demon Slayer tribe inhale them, they become even more ferocious and excited, making them fight with increasing ferocity.

Compared to the decadence of Mahakasyapa and his fellow high gods, it was a stark contrast.

"Damn it, when will the reinforcements from above arrive? These guys seem even more excited!"

Ananda couldn't help but complain.

"Support? You still expect support? If the support from above could arrive in time, I wouldn't have to fight this hard. That damned Qin Zhu, if he gets out of here alive, I'll definitely find a chance to skin him alive. He's been raising all these things in secret from the gods and the heavens for so many years. He's just planning a rebellion!"

Sariputra gritted his teeth, clenched his fist, and slammed it down hard on the demon that rushed in front of him, knocking it back and sending the impact crashing into the demon behind him.

"Why waste so much time on nonsense? If you want to survive, don't hold back against anyone."

Even for high-ranking gods, power is ultimately limited. No matter how well they shout slogans or how strong their will to survive is, they will eventually run out of energy. Just as these ten high-ranking gods were doing their best to resist the attack of the demon, a turbid torrent descended from the sky and rushed towards them.

The attack came without warning, but the danger it contained was so great that even the high gods could clearly sense its arrival without even looking up.

To avoid this attack from the sky, the high gods had no choice but to abandon their original formation and scatter in all directions.

They have always been dealing with demons that are not particularly strong individually.

Who would have thought that Qin Zhu, who hadn't made a move for a long time, would actually unleash a long-prepared attack on them? As fellow high-level gods, how could they possibly withstand such an attack so easily?
A filthy torrent of filth crashed across the square in front of the palace, its unpleasant stench assaulting the senses of the ten high gods. However, their attention was not drawn to the overwhelming stench.

Mokshaya stared intently at Qin Zhu, who was suspended in mid-air.

Over the years, in order to completely control the Nine Netherworlds, the gods not only established the Underworld, but also suppressed the resources that originally belonged to the Nine Netherworlds again and again.

But who could have imagined that even with such despicable actions, King Qin Zhu of the Nine Netherworlds still managed to control the power of the Nine Netherworld River?

Feeling the chilling aura emanating from the Nether River hanging overhead, even a high-ranking god couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.

Thinking about his mission here—to settle scores—Mokha Kasyapa suddenly felt that his superiors had tricked him.

It was indeed quite ungrateful of ten high-ranking gods to come to the territory of the Nine Netherworlds to teach the Lord of the Nine Netherworlds a lesson.

Considering this, and thinking about the saying "Where there's life, there's hope," the leader, Mahakasyapa, immediately became obedient.

"Um, Qin Zhu, King Jiuyou, how about we call it a day? As you probably know, we're here on orders from above, and we have no right to refuse."

"Now that the Demon of Destruction has reappeared, the situation is completely beyond our control. How about this, Qin Zhu, give us a chance to leave."

“We fought together thousands of years ago.”

Mahakasyapa was a prominent figure in Buddhism, so for him to say such things showed a complete lack of self-respect.

Little did they know that this seemingly sincere attitude was the most direct insult to Qin Zhu's intelligence.

(End of this chapter)