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Just as Odin turned into golden light and was about to run away, Lin Jie finally finished preparing his ultimate move.

Ancient One's eyes lit up, and he was about to stop Odin: "King of Gods, I think you might not be able to leave..."

Before he could finish speaking, a semi-transparent soul clone suddenly appeared above Lin Jie's head.

Then, the second, the third, the fourth...

Countless soul clones, like copies, sprang out of Lin Jie's main body with a "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound.

These clones were like they had automatic navigation radar installed. They didn't even look at the surrounding cosmic scenery. They identified the direction Odin was fleeing, turned into streaks of light, and lined up to crash into him.

puff!puff!puff!

The clones passed through Odin's illusory golden soul one by one, and then instantly vanished into the universe.

Gu Yi stood to the side, arms crossed, looking completely bewildered.

What kind of magic is this?

Soul shock?

It doesn't look like it.

Normally, attacks on the soul level would either kill or seriously injure the target.

Although Odin was hit in the face, apart from being a little slower and his golden light dimming slightly, he didn't seem to have lost any health.

Gu Yi muttered to herself, then decided to keep quiet and just stand there watching the show.

Anyway, Odin is the king of gods, so even if he's just a soul, Lin Jie's moves shouldn't be able to hurt him at all.

As Lin Jie released more and more clones, the frequency with which they passed through Odin's body increased.

When the thirtieth clone passed by, Odin's fleeing movements slowed down, and he stopped in mid-air.

As the two hundredth clone passed by, Odin slowly turned around, his face suddenly turning as black as the bottom of a pot, his single eye filled with melancholy.

As the three hundredth clone passed by, Odin's features began to contort, his once majestic face now filled with pain.

Gu Yi was stunned.

What kind of despicable magic did this kid use?

It can also cause facial cramps?

Before the Ancient One could figure it out, the five hundredth clone pierced through Odin's chest with a "whoosh".

thump!

Odin's legs buckled, and he knelt upright in the void.

He braced himself against the invisible air beneath him with both hands, his head buried deep in his chest, and his shoulders began to twitch violently.

Gu Yi's eyes widened in surprise, and she almost dropped the fan in her hand.

The mighty Asgardian King, the ruler of the Nine Realms, is actually kneeling before someone in this universe?!

But the most outrageous things are yet to come.

As more and more soul fragments passed through, Odin suddenly opened his mouth and burst into tears.

"I'm so miserable! What's the point of me living? I might as well just die!"

Odin pounded the ground while crying his heart out.

"How could I, a dignified God-King, have given birth to two such wasteful brats!"

"All Thor does all day is swing that crappy hammer around smashing things! His brain is all muscles! He always gets beaten to a pulp in a fight, he's made me lose face out of the world!"

"And Loki! He's always playing tricks, dreaming of stabbing his brother in the back and taking over the throne! He's got the desire but no guts, good for nothing but causing trouble!"

"I'm not going to be this damn God-King anymore! Whoever wants to be it can be!"

"I haven't had a single good night's sleep in thousands of years! This is so hard for me!"

Listening to Odin's insane rant about his son, the Ancient One stood a short distance away, utterly bewildered.

She's lived so long, what storms hasn't she weathered?

But she had never seen such a scene before.

Seeing Odin crying like a wronged child weighing two hundred pounds, the Ancient One couldn't help but step forward and cough twice: "God-King... calm down, you're getting on in years, mind your God-King demeanor."

Odin ignored him and continued to beat the ground and weep.

They even started complaining that the food in Asgard was bad.

At this point, Lin Jie finally stopped.

"Phew—I'm exhausted."

Lin Jie wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and slowly opened his eyes. "Master, it's done."

As soon as he looked up, he saw a golden-haired old man kneeling in mid-air, wailing and lamenting, not far ahead.

Lin Jie rubbed his eyes and looked at them carefully.

That back view, that eye patch, why does it look so familiar?

"Master, that old man crying his eyes out up ahead, doesn't he look a bit like Odin?"

Lin Jie pointed ahead and asked in a low voice.

"No doubt about it, it is him." Gu Yi said in a low voice.

"Huh?" Lin Jie gasped. "What...what's wrong with him? Is he trying to scam me? Or...did he fall for my trick?"

"Be confident," Gu Yi glanced at him. "He fell for your trick. What kind of magic did you use?"

Lin Jie scratched the back of his head: "I call this a form of negative magic."

"Negative?" Gu Yi raised an eyebrow. "What kind of classification is that?"

"Hey, to put it bluntly, it's an emotional attack," Lin Jie explained. "I used my soul clone as a vessel, filling it with negative emotions mutated from fear magic."

"As long as you can teleport to the target, you can instantly trigger their despair and negativity, making them feel that life is meaningless and they just want to kneel on the ground and reflect on their actions. I guess you could call that a hard crowd control skill."

After hearing this, the Ancient One glanced at Odin, who was still wailing on the ground, and silently gave this move a thumbs up.

The God King with Hard Control, this skill effect is indeed a bit abnormal.

"How long is the control period?"

The Ancient One is more concerned with the practical effects.

"Normally, if a clone of someone were to pass through, it would make someone kneel and cry for about a minute."

Lin Jie confidently made a "one" gesture.

One minute?

Gu nodded.

In a battle between masters, life and death can be decided in a second; a minute of hard control is simply a divine skill.

"However..." Ancient One changed the subject, "I just counted, and it wasn't until the five hundredth clone passed by that the God-King knelt down."

"Huh? So resilient?" Lin Jie's eyes widened. "It seems the God King's soul resistance is too high. I'll have to train my clones to be more robust in the future."

Gu Yi nodded in agreement, then suddenly thought of something.

"How many clones did you create just now?" Ancient One asked.

Lin Jie counted on his fingers: "I didn't count, but I estimate there are over eight hundred."

"They all crashed into him?" Ancient One pointed at Odin.

"It has an automatic tracking function... I guess they all crashed into it." Lin Jie chuckled twice.

The Ancient One fell silent.

More than 800 clones.

If we calculate based on Odin's resistance, after offsetting 500, there are still more than 300 remaining in effect.

One clone control for one minute...

Gu Yi silently calculated that the old man would have to kneel there and cry for at least another three hours.

"Ahem, Master." Lin Jie looked at Odin, whose voice was hoarse from crying, and felt a chill run down his spine. "I think we should retreat first, before he recovers..."

"That makes sense."

Gu Yi agreed wholeheartedly and turned around decisively.

The two had just taken a step when a roar that shattered the stars suddenly came from behind them.

"You two little brats! Stop right there!!!"

Odin's eyes turned blood red, and before the tears in the corners of his eyes had dried, he had already raised his spear.

Gu Yi and Lin Jie exchanged a glance, and the same thought popped into their minds at the same time.

We're doomed.

Even the God King was so angry that he cursed.