I'm the emperor from the start, and you want me to keep the three-year agreement?

“Endgame Synchronization!”

“Impossible! How could you master such a technique? Even I couldn’t master it!”

The Spirit Race Emperor fell onto the cold hall floor with a thud. He looked around in horror, reaching out to touch the floor.

The sensation was cold, a real touch!

The Spirit Race Emperor's physical body had already been killed by Lin Ning, and even his soul hadn't been spared, leaving only this imprint in Lin Ning's mind.

Yet, now!

This imprint of his was directly stripped out by Lin Ning!

“This is our Spirit Race's most powerful technique! Even the current Spirit Sovereign cannot fully master it. How could you have mastered this Endgame Synchronization?!”

“I owe it all to you.”

Lin Ning smiled.

Originally, the system's analysis of the Spirit Race had reached a bottleneck. Even encountering the Spirit Race Emperor was difficult to break through.

However, his choice to leave an imprint in Lin Ning's mind unexpectedly activated the system, allowing it to analyze the Spirit Race once again.

Endgame Synchronization was the Spirit Race's most powerful technique, but also their most dangerous, known as the Spirit Race's forbidden art!

According to the system's analysis, if one could cultivate this technique to its peak, they only needed to know the enemy's name, depict their appearance in their mind, and then cast Endgame Synchronization.

It could kill the enemy from a great distance!

It felt somewhat similar to the Book of Life and Death.

In the Spirit Race's history, there was once a powerful figure who cultivated this technique to its peak and became a hegemon.

However, this person was extremely cruel, slaughtering over ten million Spirit Race cultivators, causing many to rebel.

But this tyrant was not killed by the rebels. Instead, he suddenly disappeared, along with this Endgame Synchronization.

This technique was only recorded in the Spirit Race's history. Even the current Spirit Sovereign could only imitate it based on history, unable to fully comprehend it.

“Don't be so afraid.”

Looking at the Spirit Race Emperor, who was about to wet himself in fear, Lin Ning smiled and said, “At least, your appearance has some value, right?”

“Right now, you're just an imprint, unable to stir up any trouble.”

Lin Ning activated his technique, returning the emperor to his mind. “I was just thinking, I won't kill you.”

What if it could be activated again someday, granting him another technique?

“Just what are you?!” The Spirit Race Emperor paced back and forth in Lin Ning's mind like a madman, muttering incessantly.

“How could a foreign Great Emperor who has never entered my Spirit Race master my Spirit Race's technique?!”

“Moreover! It's actually the forbidden art, Endgame Synchronization!”

The Spirit Race Emperor acted like a madman before finally disappearing from Lin Ning's mind.

“Eh? Did he commit suicide?”

Lin Ning frowned. “An imprint actually has the awareness to commit suicide.”

“However, now that he's gone, it's much quieter.”

......

“Hurry, hurry! It's going to get dark!”

“Everyone, gather together! Report any clues immediately!”

As the glow of the setting sun was about to fade, and the distant sky gradually darkened, Brahma City began to panic.

Ma Zhixuan gathered everyone together, crowding the streets.

Staying in the room meant the artificers would have their limbs devoured by those invisible monsters, and ordinary people would simply die!

It was better to gather together and focus fire to kill any monsters that were discovered!

“Where's Emperor Lin?” Ma Zhixuan asked anxiously.

A guard beside him said, “Emperor Lin is still cultivating in the City Lord's mansion.”

Ma Zhixuan's expression was solemn. “Since Emperor Lin promised to help us, he will not break his word. Let's handle things ourselves first!”

As soon as he finished speaking, screams came from the distance.

“His hand is gone!”

“Oh my god! His hand is disappearing quickly!”

People looked in the direction of the sound.

The artificer on the outermost edge suddenly fell to the ground, unconscious. Immediately after, his arm rapidly dissolved, flesh disappearing, revealing bone. In the end, even the bone disappeared!

“Ah! My hand!”

Another artificer was not unconscious. He watched his arm disappear with his own eyes. He wanted to resist, but found that he couldn't move. He was frozen in place as if he had been hit by a spell.

A friend beside him wanted to pull him behind, but as soon as he reached out, he realized his own hand was gone!

For a time, the scene was extremely chaotic. Faced with this invisible fear, people instinctively wanted to run backward.

“Ah! Don't step on me!”

“I don't want to die!”

Ma Zhixuan jumped high and said in a deep voice, “Calm down! Calm down!”

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. The moment he saw the artificer's hands being devoured, a technique condensed in his hand and then quickly struck out.

“Missed?!”

Ma Zhixuan was shocked.

Suddenly, a sword light illuminated everyone's eyes.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

Streams of electricity burst out from the sword light, crawling quickly on the ground like ants.

“Ah!”

Miserable and eerie sounds came from the darkness ahead.

“Emperor Lin!” Ma Zhixuan was overjoyed.

“It's a Spirit Demon,” Lin Ning said expressionlessly.

In the darkness.

Suddenly, a figure appeared. A huge black panther appeared in everyone's sight.

The black panther spoke in human language, saying, “I didn't expect that in this weak place, there would actually be someone who could discover our traces.”

The black panther's eyes were sinister. He glanced at Ma Zhixuan casually, and then stared at Lin Ning, “I originally thought that after this guy ran away, he would bring out a powerful savior.”

“At first, when I saw that it was a young kid like you, I thought I was wrong. You don't arouse my interest at all.”

“How can a kid who hasn't even grown all his hair resist our Spirit Race's advance?”

The black panther paused, “However, now it seems that you have surprised me once again. You can actually discover our Spirit Race's movements.”

Ma Zhixuan's expression was solemn, “It's the Spirit Race again! Why do you alien races like to enter the Desolate Ancient Continent so much?”

“Many alien races have been killed before.”

The black panther narrowed his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to Ma Zhixuan's words. He pointed to the Heavenly Tribulation Sword in Lin Ning's hand and said, “If I'm not mistaken, you were able to discover us because of this sword.”

“I can feel that the aura of this sword comes from this world's Heavenly Dao, or rather, it has the same origin.”

“It's a pity that your cultivation seems not to be high enough to use its full power. In that case, why not hand it over to me!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the black panther instantly attacked, his figure flashing and appearing in front of Lin Ning.

Sharp claws cut through the void, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

“If you want to take this sword, you can, but it depends on your ability.”

Lin Ning raised his hand and swung his sword.

“Impossible, why has my power suddenly dropped so much!”

Feeling his realm directly fall to the Qi Refining stage, the black panther's pupils suddenly shrank.

“Pfft!”

Lin Ning raised his hand and cut off the black panther's forearm.

“Eh, it's actually crooked.”

Lin Ning was somewhat annoyed. The side effects of this Myriad Tribulations Undying Scripture were indeed a bit too great. Not only did it affect his realm, but it also interfered with his mind to a certain extent, making his accuracy off.

“This person's technique is strange, he can directly reduce my power.”

The black panther's expression was gloomy, “My realm can be lowered by you, but what about it!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a door was born behind him.

A series of wails came from behind the door.

“It's that again!”