I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 888: Madmen’s Converging Paths—Burning Life

Outstanding appearance, excellent strength, steady personality, when these seemingly not very outstanding qualities are concentrated in one person, that person, even among all celestial divine beings, can be considered a dazzling presence.

"But, little brother, can you tell your sister what you’re doing here?"

Pretending like this, Lin Yi is most skilled at it.

It’s not that difficult to come up with a suitable reason.

Reaching this point, Lin Yi’s gaze suddenly turned blank.

"Ah, there’s no helping it."

"Dear sister, as a member of Dark Rising, I really want to share some of the organization’s responsibilities, after all, being in the position you should take care of the matters, but unfortunately my power is limited, up against masters like Qin Zhu and Shiva, there isn’t a chance of winning."

"To make myself seem more valuable, I can only do what is within my capability, so don’t blame me for being cowardly, only daring to work with their corpses, it’s truly beyond my power."

Chai Po snorted at Lin Yi’s words but couldn’t find anything wrong, you could say he’s cowardly, indeed he is, but you can’t say he’s unfaithful to Dark Rising.

For attentiveness, it still needs a woman’s touch.

A glimmer of clarity flashed in Ruolan’s phoenix eyes.

With a smile on her face, she drew close to Lin Yi, but the killing intent in her heart quietly emerged.

Don’t be fooled by her saying she doesn’t care about Lin Yi’s perverse act of flogging corpses, but in reality, Ruolan never stopped observing Lin Yi.

Claiming it’s for Dark Rising’s sake, but now, aren’t Chai Po and Ruolan here to support Nine Netherworld, can his indiscriminate act of flogging corpses really be considered for Dark Rising’s benefit?

"Little brother, I still have a question for you, can you answer it for me, with your intelligence it’s not difficult to see, is Qin Zhu and the Ghost he leads working for us, I see you’re quite busy, even attacking your own people, saying you’re doing what you can for Dark Rising, isn’t that a bit much."

As for this question, Lin Yi had considered it long ago.

The answer he gave would absolutely satisfy Ruolan.

"Sister Ruolan, you should know better than I do, if Qin Zhu were to lead tens of thousands of Ghosts to join Dark Rising, not to mention the capacity to manage them properly, keep those who love slaughter from causing trouble."

"Even if this were possible, I don’t think it’s something you’d want to see, should that happen, Qin Zhu’s status in Dark Rising would certainly be high, potentially not under your control, am I not increasing the chances of our organization being able to restrain Qin Zhu after joining?"

Upon saying this, Ruolan truly had nothing to refute.

But these words also made Ruolan somewhat apprehensive.

This boy Lin Yi is so smart, he’s really gone overboard.

Seeing Ruolan not respond, Lin Yi quickly smiled and asked.

"Good sister, do you have any plans next, if there’s a plan, can you take me along?"

Seeing Lin Yi’s overly familiar manner, Chai Po immediately, impatiently, stood between him and Ruolan.

"I think that guy Qin Zhu is almost at the end, once he’s done, the two of us will go save the scene, what, you intending to follow us?"

One of Lin Yi’s purposes on this trip is to kill Shiva, with two big shots ready to make a move, Lin Yi doesn’t need to follow suit.

But how can he be unaware of Dark Rising’s methods?

They never do things to the extreme, never fight with all their strength until the crucial moment.

This bunch of guys, you’re expecting them to help you kill Shiva?

Of course!

Lin Yi patted his chest and agreed, that pure appearance leaving Chai Po speechless.

"As a member of Dark Rising, when the organization needs me, how could I stand idly by, I will surely follow."

Ruolan remained silent, only smilingly stared at the young man in front of her:

I truly wish to see, how long you plan to keep this act going.

On the front battlefield, Shiva had already begun to show signs of fatigue.

No choice, during the fight with Lin Yi, he already activated [Shiva’s Dance] once, such energy-consuming moves, reactivating in a short time, are heavy burdens for Shiva.

In comparison, Qin Zhu’s condition was much better.

Firstly, Qin Zhu was currently fighting on home ground.

The Nine Netherworld’s environment is harsh, ordinary people who come here will find it uncomfortable, regardless of what kind of power recovery, all are restricted here.

But this influence on Qin Zhu is basically non-existent.

After all, he has been here for thousands of years, Qin Zhu has long been accustomed.

"Rakshasa Ghost Hand!"

Qin Zhu let out a shout, clasped both hands together, and the divine power within him surged out.

After another clash, Shiva’s stamina showed fatigue, to counter Qin Zhu’s fierce offensive, he had to roll out the force on him.

Such a fighting style could be considered reasonable, but Qin Zhu didn’t give Shiva any chance to breathe.

Divine power quickly condensed into ghostly hands, emerging from Shiva’s destined path.

"Do you dare to act recklessly in my Nine Netherworld, do you really think I’m the same Qin Zhu from thousands of years ago?"

Divine power carried a chilling coldness, and the claws imbued with Nine Netherworld power had unknowingly touched Shiva, by the time Shiva realized and tried to use divine power to shake them off, deep bloody scars were already left on his chest.

"Damn it, Qin Zhu, do you really intend to kill me, I held onto past feelings, offering you a chance to turn back, since you don’t want it, then go die."

Shiva’s mentality was already on the verge of collapse.

First being tricked by a mortal far less powerful than himself, and not being able to trace the escape, then being beaten relentlessly by Qin Zhu, whose strength is far inferior, how could Shiva remain composed?

Originally a divine being of high status, the series of failures he experienced on this mission deeply pierced his heart, wounding his pride, so no matter his ultimate fate, whether he ends up alive or dead, Shiva intends to drag Nine Netherworld down with him.

Pressing his fingers on his wounds, staining his fingers with the blood.

Shiva stepped back a few paces and inscribed special markings on his head.

At this moment, Shiva had a distinctly Indian flavor.

The change in appearance was secondary, the most crucial was Shiva’s aura.

The title God of Destruction is not merely shouted in vain.

On his path to godhood, countless lives were destroyed.

His lifebound law is also Destruction.

People who pursue ultimate power of destruction are crazy.

For such people, the ideal way of fighting isn’t to elegantly conclude a battle, but to destroy everything before them brutally and utterly.

To achieve this, lunatics often pursue ultimate power without regard to consequences.

Regardless of the skills these lunatics specialize in, regardless of how bizarre their cultivated skills are, ultimately, they all reach the same point—the way to achieve ultimate power converges on one point—betting their life!

"In this world, no one has seen my destruction form, you’re the first."