I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 1120: Unavoidable Probability

The vast battlefield was indeed extremely chaotic; there were tens of thousands of Dark Rising members grinding the Four Great Corpse Kings. They were unleashing so many skills that, without exaggeration, the entire area around the four Corpse Kings was completely obscured from view.

In such chaos, what everyone stared at carefully were basically just the four Corpse Kings’ blood bars.

Divine Power of all different colors swept across the sky and covered the earth. In the midst of these lights, it was indeed not easy to notice someone casting their skills. At the very least, the Multi-Casting passive of [Chaos at the Beginning] wouldn’t be so easy to see—but support from void creatures was another story.

Lin Yi didn’t have a choice; he couldn’t turn off his passive skills. Just like that [Flash] skill, he had no way to stop support from that mysterious big shot of the void.

All he could do was, when attacking the four Corpse Kings, try his best to use higher-tier skills with fewer damage ticks; that way he could minimize the chance of triggering his passive.

Unfortunately, as long as there’s a probability, even if Lin Yi deliberately suppresses it, when it’s time to trigger, it will still trigger.

When Lin Yi first joined the battlefield, Luo Bingxin and the Eastern War God didn’t notice Lin Yi’s aura.

They couldn’t help it. The planet might not be large, but the number of combatants was absurdly high. In such a chaotic battlefield, wanting to sense and then confirm Lin Yi’s presence was extremely difficult for the two of them.

“Luo Bingxin, what exactly are you trying to do? Didn’t you say that Immortal King bastard destroyed your family, and when the organization investigated you, they confirmed you weren’t lying? Under those circumstances, why would you still choose to betray the organization?”

A Dark Rising member fought his way through the chaos to reach Luo Bingxin.

He was a middle-aged man who looked high-spirited and vigorous. His Divine Power Level was not far off from Luo Bingxin’s, his strength slightly inferior to hers. Luo Bingxin still had quite a deep impression of him.

This man was called Wen Lei, a highly talented young man from the Desire Realm. Before he reached five hundred years of age, he was already able to easily wield Divine Power and the Root of Taichu.

Why he chose to join the Dark Rising Organization was something that had to be traced back to the moment he gained enough power to understand the true meaning of the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Realms.

With his overwhelming strength, he became the strongest on his planet, leading his people in endless battles with neighboring stars, killing again and again. The days repeated like this for hundreds of years.

During that period, those so-called Divine Envoys even provided him with quite a bit of help. Every time his planet was on the verge of defeat, they would reach out a helping hand.

Time flew by; Wen Lei cultivated diligently, constantly raising his own strength. He hid many trump cards, to the point that even the Divine Envoys overlooked how powerful he had become.

At last, Wen Lei’s painstaking cultivation yielded results.

That time, he could clearly have ended the three neighboring stars around his own, winning eternal peace for his planet—yet at the final juncture, he was backstabbed by the very Divine Beings who had always supported him.

In Wen Lei’s heart, he had silently thanked All Gods countless times, for each time they reached out a helping hand when he was about to buckle, helping his planet weather the crisis.

He even asked the Divine Envoy why, when he clearly couldn’t provide any value to them, the Divine Envoy still chose to help him.

To that, the Divine Envoy only smiled without answering.

For anyone who disrupted the balance of combat strength between planets, the Divine Envoys’ consistent method was annihilation.

It was just simpler that way.

Wen Lei could be called lucky. At the moment the Divine Envoy was about to kill him, he happened to run into people from the Dark Rising Organization. After being saved, he naturally joined Dark Rising.

After joining Dark Rising, Luo Bingxin, as one of the organization’s veterans, brought Wen Lei along on missions. The two got along quite well; Wen Lei had always deeply respected Luo Bingxin.

Even when Dark Rising listed Luo Bingxin as a traitor, he still refused to believe it.

Until he saw Luo Bingxin here, leading the Four Great Corpse Kings in battle against the Dark Rising Organization.

The Luo Bingxin before him now had none of her former gentleness; on her face was a coldness that pushed people a thousand miles away.

She had never once forgotten the hatred of her father’s murder.

But could following Dark Rising actually help her get revenge?

Time had allowed her to see the ugliness of human nature, to understand that if she wanted to achieve her goal, she could only rely on herself.

The Dark Rising Organization’s ideals were indeed noble, and its aspirations indeed lofty.

But as time went on, the members had long since forgotten those lofty ideals, long since forgotten that what they pursued was justice.

The upper echelon began fighting for fame and profit; members started fighting each for themselves, scheming against one another. How could an organization like that overthrow the rule of All Gods, and how could she possibly take her revenge?

“You simply don’t understand, you don’t understand Dark Heart, and you don’t understand this world.”

“If you don’t want to die here, then find a chance to leave the battlefield. This isn’t a place you should’ve come. The Four Great Corpse Kings’ strength is far from as simple as you imagine; thinking to defeat them is easier said than done.”

Luo Bingxin had a certain fondness for this junior in front of her; at least, she felt no disgust at all. In her view, there was no need for someone who had no real grudge with her to die here.

Unfortunately, the other party didn’t seem inclined to listen to Luo Bingxin’s lecture.

To most people, betrayal is unforgivable.

Since he chose to fight to the death, Luo Bingxin could only send him on his way to the Western Paradise.

Luo Bingxin was the key to controlling the four Corpse Kings; at least until the four Corpse Kings were wiped out, Luo Bingxin’s safety was crucial.

The experts on the side of All Gods, though many of them found Luo Bingxin somewhat displeasing, could only protect her.

Wen Lei’s strength was close to Luo Bingxin’s; it would be difficult for Luo Bingxin to defeat him quickly.

But with the help of All Gods’ elites, Wen Lei was soon subdued.

“Miss Luo, rest assured. With our help, we absolutely won’t let you come to harm. This guy is nothing but a jumping clown; I’ll slaughter him for you.”

The ones who had come along with the Eastern War God this time were basically all elites with Divine Power Level of C-rank or higher. Dealing with someone at Wen Lei’s level was nothing but a matter of a few moves.

Wen Lei was pinned underfoot by an Upper-Rank God, looking like a stray dog.

His mouth was still constantly shouting such foolish words as telling Luo Bingxin to turn back.

If he had admitted his mistake and begged for mercy, Luo Bingxin could have asked the Upper-Rank God to spare him for her sake.

Who could have guessed this guy had no brains at all, not even giving Luo Bingxin a chance to speak.

Just as Luo Bingxin gave her nod, and the Upper-Rank God stepping on Wen Lei was about to kill Wen Lei on the spot, something appeared on the battlefield that left everyone dumbfounded.

They saw a gigantic black rift suddenly tear open in the sky above the battlefield, without the slightest warning.

From that rift spread a powerful and deeply unsettling aura.

Everyone present, whether Dark Rising members or experts of the All Gods Camp, were well-traveled and knowledgeable, yet none of them had ever felt such a strange aura.

Of course, the four Corpse Kings, Luo Bingxin, the Eastern War God, and a portion of the Dark Rising members were exceptions.

As everyone focused their attention on that rift, a huge, ferocious arm wrapped in black-purple skin reached out from within.