I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second

Chapter 871: Chapter 871: The Missing Token of Allegiance

No, it’s no longer as simple as killing intent.

In the blood red reflecting the entire sky, not only can one sense the killing intent, but also an overwhelming resentment.

Having walked so many roads and seen such a multitude of bizarre sights, Lin Yi was witnessing such an exaggerated scene for the first time. It was hard for him to imagine what exactly was that sheet of red emerging from the Nether River.

”What is that?”

Following Lin Yi’s gaze, Xiyue noticed that streak of blood red in the distance. Although she couldn’t perceive as much information, even Lin You, an upper-rank god, had fallen during this operation, making her feel that the three of them were in significant trouble.

”I also don’t know what it is, but one thing is sure, our next course of action remains unchanged: evacuate from the Land of the Nine Netherworld.”

Ziyue dared not say a word more.

The current situation was beyond what someone like her, a mere underling of the Dark Rising, could handle. The only thing they could do was to ensure their survival.

Outside the Qin Zhu Palace, more than a hundred miles away from Lin Yi, Qin Zhu stood holding a weapon. Behind him stood the densely packed Nine Nether Royal Guard.

Under his feet lay the body of the Laughing Buddha.

However, at this moment, the Laughing Buddha’s face was filled with pain.

Blood flowed from his mouth and nose, completely flooding them. In his miserable state, even speaking a single word seemed somewhat difficult, let alone opposing Qin Zhu.

The experts from the Upper Plane had already gathered at the scene.

From his attire, it wasn’t hard to identify him as deities of the Buddhist School.

From the standpoint of strength, the leader was much stronger than Qin Zhu. If they were to fight, it wouldn’t take much effort to easily subdue Qin Zhu.

Yet even so, he did not make a move against Qin Zhu.

The leader’s attention was, like Lin Yi’s, entirely focused on that red glow above the Nether River.

He couldn’t have expected that Qin Zhu would be so cunning, leaving such a trump card to combat All Celestial Divine Beings, such ambition was far removed from the honest image Qin Zhu usually projected.

For thousands of years, the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds had developed according to their will.

This, the leader Mokaya understood deeply.

When the Three Realms were first established, the vote to have Qin Zhu come here to develop the wilderness and stabilize the Three Realms’ order also included one vote from Mokaya.

Thousands of years ago, his strength was even less than Qin Zhu’s.

Yet the Upper Plane was unbelievably nurturing, allowing his strength to advance by leaps and bounds; in the blink of thousands of years, his power now far surpassed Qin Zhu’s by a significant gap.

Thousands of years ago, he had witnessed the strength of the Demon Slayer Tribe; they were warlike, born warriors who caused numerous massacres for the Celestial Deities.

To position the Celestial Deities on the side of justice, they had to burn bridges and expend significant resources to annihilate the Demon Slayer Tribe.

Now, despite his strength greatly surpassing his former self, why did his heart still swell uncontrollably with fear when he saw the Demon Slayer Tribe once again?

At this moment, he had lost the mood to handle the Celestial Deities’ traitor or to rescue his subordinates.

Bam!

The Nine Nether Cyan Stone Slab in front of Qin Zhu shattered with a crash.

A monster, blood red all over, covered in spikes, with a face like an evil ghost and long white hair, towering at three meters high, stood firmly in front of Qin Zhu.

Bang bang bang!

The second, the third.

Countless red monsters appeared as if dumplings being dropped, densely blocking the space between Qin Zhu and the experts of the Celestial Divine Beings, ultimately severing their line of sight completely.

In terms of individual combat ability, these red monsters were far inferior to the experts of the Celestial Divine Beings.

Tackling one to five, or even one to ten, the experts dispatched by the Celestial Divine Beings could manage, but standing before them were not tens or hundreds of ghosts.

Instead, they faced thousands of bloodthirsty monsters.

”Mr. Qin Zhu, thank you for your life-saving grace, thank you for helping, allowing our Shagui Tribe a day we can finally seek our revenge, today, even if the entire Shagui Tribe perishes, we will help Mr. Qin Zhu hold Nine Nether.”