I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 883: Fortune Favors the Bold

The waters of the Nine Netherworld are too deep now.

The emergence of the Demon Slayer Tribe will inevitably attract the strong from among all celestial divine beings.

Don’t be fooled by the Qin Family of the Nine Netherworld, who can still contend with the celestial divine beings. Over time, they too will have to rely on Dark Rising.

Lin Yi, possessing two major souls, is indeed taking quite a risk with his actions.

"From what I know about you, you should have mastered the skills of that Shijana fellow by now. Don’t delay, hurry and leave."

Lin Yi nodded, agreeing to the Great Saint’s proposal.

But Wo Zhiqi’s divine soul appeared at that moment.

"Why leave?"

"You’ve offended Shiva, and someone’s already humiliated us. Are you planning to leave just like that?"

Wo Zhiqi’s words left Lin Yi and the Great Saint in confusion.

Lin Yi might not be clear about the horrors of the Shagui Tribe, but surely the Great Saint and Wo Zhiqi knew?

This race, filled with an inner desire for slaughter, fights like mad bulls suffering from disease.

To handle the Shagui Tribe, celestial divine beings will certainly send more strong individuals to stabilize the situation in the Nine Netherworld. If they don’t leave soon, they might end up being bound here forever.

Just dealing with Shiva is challenging enough. If there were four or five experts of that level, wouldn’t it seal their fate?

Black mist emerged from Lin Yi’s body, forming a miniature version of Wo Zhiqi before him.

"That guy already has some understanding of your skills. Do you have the confidence to escape from him the next time you meet?"

This was truly a soul-searching question.

And indeed, Lin Yi was stumped by it.

The [Light and Shadow Interweaving] skill, though termed a divine skill, bears no real relation to the actual divine skills. It is merely a space attribute Tier Seven skill.

It’s called a divine skill due to its practicality.

But no matter how practical it is, it always becomes ineffective against Divine Power and the Power of the Primordial.

In this fight, Shiva might have suffered a loss, but he will surely summarize his battle experience. The next time they clash, Lin Yi might not even have the chance to use [Light and Shadow Interweaving].

Knowing the vast difference in power, after analyzing his experience, Lin Yi would have no chance to resist.

"That guy has a mission, and for now, he indeed has no time to hunt you down. Given your strength, he could only assume you would leave the Nine Netherworld. You could go against this expectation and head to the front battlefield."

"The Shagui Tribe, born for combat, you could sneak into the battlefield and convert them into your undead creatures, thereby significantly boosting your strength. Adding the sacrificed Divine Soldier, wouldn’t you hugely profit? Even purely converting them to fight for you as undead creatures would be a considerable force."

Wo Zhiqi’s reasoning is quite plausible.

Shiva could never imagine Lin Yi would come back.

He also has no spare energy to specifically deal with Lin Yi and restore his lost dignity.

Taking this opportunity to develop is indeed a good choice.

"You must know the disparity between you and that guy’s power. You know, better than I, what the result would be the next time you meet."

"He wouldn’t necessarily share the details of your battle with other upper-rank gods. So, except when facing him, you still have a chance to escape. But if it truly is him, even if I intervene, I can’t guarantee helping you escape."

"Instead of waiting for him to recuperate and deal with you, why not move when he’s unprepared?"

Wo Zhiqi’s plan, one must admit, is exceedingly bold.

Yet upon closer consideration, it indeed has low risk.

For the celestial divine beings to tackle the Nine Netherworld requires a significant cost.

Even if Shiva personally arrives, he would need to pay a substantial price to take Qin Zhu down.

If during this time Wo Zhiqi can act, wouldn’t it eliminate all future risks? Thus, Lin Yi would no longer face the risk of losing his life.

As for offending the celestial divine beings, haven’t they already done so long ago?

"Alright, I’ll listen to you. Let’s do it this way!"

Even the Great Saint couldn’t help but feel a bit excited about such a crazy plan.

After returning to Lin Yi’s body with Wo Zhiqi, Lin Yi swiftly made his way towards the location of the Nine Nether Palace.

Indeed, things proceeded as Wo Zhiqi expected.

Shiva’s anger was genuine.

But it was also true that he had a mission to fulfill.

After regrouping his forces, he quickly advanced towards the Nine Nether King’s palace.

There was no other way, the besieged upper-rank gods were on the brink of collapse.

The Shagui Tribe’s fearless ferocity is top-tier, across the entire Three Realms and Six Paths.

Everywhere you look is endless crimson. Who wouldn’t feel despair?

"Heh, just you few suckers dare to order me around? Aren’t you overestimating yourselves?"

In front of the Nine Nether Palace, eight upper-rank gods stood back to back, defending against the Shagui Tribe’s onslaught.

Leading them was Mokaya, with his right arm already severed, and several ghastly cuts on his neck.

Another inch deeper, and this upper-rank god would have suffered severe injury.

It’s easy to imagine how fierce this battle with the Shagui Tribe had been.

As for Qin Zhu, with the Shagui Tribe’s aid, was fighting like a fish in water.

After years of plotting, he finally had the strength to challenge the celestial divine beings.

Watching his teammates in even worse condition than himself, Mokaya felt no anger, only despair.

Being labeled as suckers, they willingly accepted it.

"Brothers, hang on a bit longer, reinforcements are on their way. Today, even if it costs us everything, we must survive. Think about the efforts we’ve put in to reach where we are today. How can we fall here?"

Mokaya had repeated similar words countless times.

Initially, it raised their spirits.

But over time, it only led to endless waves of ghostly foes.

As if they were endless, continuously surging forth. Everywhere you looked, it was filled with Shagui. Estimating their numbers was impossible.

"Boss, I... I really don’t have any strength left."

"Should we, maybe, surrender?"

A female upper-rank god, Fuluna, clutched her endlessly bleeding arm, pleading.

Her body was nearly devoid of intact flesh, deep wounds covered her body, and her graceful form now held no beauty whatsoever.

Surrender?

We have no such privilege!

Fuluna’s thought was exceedingly naive.

To Qin Zhu, these few upper-rank gods were virtually worthless.

Counting on a few upper-rank gods to serve the Nine Netherworld? What could be gained?

Beaten half to death, thrown back on the battlefield, wouldn’t they still be brutally assaulted?

"Do you think you have the privilege to surrender?"

With the Nine Nether River following him from the sky, Qin Zhu again assaulted their formation, forcing them to separate.

Seizing the opportunity, Qin Zhu grabbed Fuluna by the neck, capturing her.

When fear arises, that’s the best time to defeat her!

Seeing Qin Zhu’s attack, Fuluna could not move an inch, her broken will rendered her body incapable of mustering any strength.