I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second 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."

An elder Shagui, whose stature was taller, with a skin tone deeper than the ordinary Shagui, landed before Qin Zhu, bowing deeply to express the gratitude of the entire Shagui Tribe to Qin Zhu.

Qin Zhu gave a helpless smile.

He hadn’t wanted it to come to this, but the Celestial Divine Beings left him no choice.

The reason he hadn’t opened the intelligence agencies within the Nine Nether, was precisely to conceal the Shagui Tribe’s recuperation at the bottom of the Nether River.

Thus, ensuring mutual benefit for all, though Qin Zhu kept such a significant matter hidden from the Celestial Divine Beings, it was his trump card for survival. Despite knowing about the existence of Dark Rising, Qin Zhu still did not choose to support them, choosing instead to stabilize the Three Realms and Six Paths to the utmost.

But the Laughing Buddha pushed too hard, even calling in powerful experts from the Celestial Deities, forcing Qin Guang to reveal this survival trump card early.

"Save your thanks for later, you Shagui Tribe don’t need to defend the Nine Nether for me. Now, I’m no different from what you once were; both are expendable, come, let’s fight together."

"Let those upper-rank gods from the Upper Plane know what the wrath of the Nine Nether entails."

With Qin Zhu’s command, thousands of Shagui Tribe members charged forward, unleashing years of accumulated fury upon the ten upper-rank deities.

Their relentless betrayal of them after using them, the overpowering betrayal, and the cold wait beneath the Nether River for thousands of years all served as stimuli, cementing the Shagui Tribe’s fearless excitement towards death.

"Retreat, I’ve notified other experts, it won’t take long before our reinforcement arrives. During this time, we must survive as best as we can!"

The leader Mokaya shouted immediately, trying to use command tactics to stabilize morale and thus strengthen the defense line.

But at that moment, Qin Zhu had begun other actions.

Water can both carry a boat and overturn it.

While guarding this Nine Nether for the celestial beings, aside from stabilizing the plane of the dead, Qin Zhu also had the important task of watching over Shakyamuni.

Now he intended to advance to the Nine Nether River to release Shakyamuni.

To let Shakyamuni expose the ugly facade and selfish side of the Celestial Deities to the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds and to let ever more people join the resistance against the Celestial Beings.

Simultaneously, this was also Qin Zhu’s pledge to the Dark Rising Organization.

But upon reaching the Nine Nether River at the location of Shakyamuni’s seal, Qin Zhu found that not a shadow of Shakyamuni existed within.

Through his perception, Qin Zhu realized that the eighteen layers of hell had been completely exploited by someone.

His secret had long been known by others.

By interacting with the corpse of the Punishment Department Divine Soldier, Qin Zhu gleaned some flashes of Lin Yi and his group entering the eighteen layers of hell.

Finding out that the intruders entered the eighteen layers of hell through transformation and using a token for access.

Pulling aside his nearby personal guard, Qin Zhu spoke with a serious expression.

"Inform Qin Guang to lead the Nine Nether Divine Soldiers in sealing off the entire Jiuyou City. Those three should not have gone far; we must keep the pledge in Nine Nether."