I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 889: Completely Mad

Originally intending to pursue his victory, Qin Zhu raised his fist but started to lose grip.

Shiva, who was retreating step by step, suddenly had his breath soar, making even him, the Lord of the Nine Netherworld, tremble slightly.

That enraged fellow, regardless of the consequences, revealed his strongest form.

The space before them began to distort.

Qin Zhu felt that the familiar aura of the Land of the Nine Netherworld completely changed, becoming immensely unfamiliar, and the Nine Nether River he had once mastered lost connection with him at this critical moment.

In previous clashes, Qin Zhu had held the advantage throughout, becoming increasingly confident as the fight went on. The patience and training over the years made him feel that he was far superior to those high and mighty characters.

But now, Qin Zhu started to doubt the efforts he had made over these years.

Is this the true strength of an Upper-Rank God?

They usually acquire more resources, only knowing how to enjoy, logically their strength shouldn’t be superior to his.

Yet supported by the Source Power Elixir, those guys on the Upper Plane were genuinely fed fat; even if they have lived too complacently, even if they aren’t familiar with the Nine Netherworld, a dead camel is still larger than a horse.

The whole Nine Netherworld turned eerily quiet, quiet enough for Qin Zhu to hear his heartbeat.

Thud, thud, thud~

At this moment, Qin Zhu couldn’t distinguish whether he felt excitement or fear.

The powerful aura stopped the entire battlefield.

Divine Soldiers and Demon Slayers all raised their heads, looking at Shiva floating in the sky.

His skin had turned black, and his body was wrapped in ultimate Power of Destruction.

Under the influence of this extreme destructive force, everything seemed dull, and any additional conflict lost its meaning.

Unknowingly, Shiva’s terrifying aura had already radiated across the battlefield, making him the master of it.

Lin Yi sensed the horror of this aura from afar.

He increasingly admired Wo Zhiqi’s decisions, understanding a principle: fleeing from the enemy’s hands is not always true escape.

If he hadn’t turned back this time, he wouldn’t have met Chai Po and Ruolan, and he certainly wouldn’t have qualified to kill Shiva.

As the possessor of the Destruction Law, Lin Yi had considerable knowledge of it.

He could clearly perceive that what’s winding around Shiva’s body now isn’t just Divine Power or Power of the Primordial.

The Supreme Law, originally set far inferior to Taichu and Divine Power, now shares the domain equally with these forces.

This completely overturned Lin Yi’s understanding of the Power of Law.

Shiva opened his arms as if embracing the Land of the Nine Netherworld.

His eyes brimmed with tears.

"Though this place may be desolate, it is a significant site in the Three Realms, the starting and ending point of life’s cycle."

"Now, it’s going to perish with you, Qin Zhu, is there anything you’d like to say to this land?"

Shiva’s near-collapse appearance, holding his head with his hands, and teary eyes may be for the doomed Land of the Nine Netherworld?

As the God of Destruction, does he actually possess compassion? This is truly surprising.

Though Qin Zhu is strong and backed by numerous Demon Slayer tribes, he knows very well that his tribesmen have no chance of countering Shiva’s absolute Power of Destruction.

Once the destructive aura surrounding him scatters, all things in its path will be annihilated.

"Shiva, you need not go this far. You know, even if you lose to me today, I won’t eradicate you completely. All I wish for is for the Nine Netherworld to survive, for it to be acknowledged. You need not fight me to this extent!"

Using the soul as the wick, using the blood essence as fuel.

Shiva has already cornered himself.

In such a situation, what words would he heed? More words would just be wasted breath.

Shiva’s expression tightened, suddenly striding into the air; his speed filled the space behind him with cracks.

Before Qin Zhu could raise his arms defensively, Shiva’s fist carrying ultimate Power of Destruction had already landed on Qin Zhu’s face.

Bang!

A mist of blood exploded.

Qin Zhu’s whole body was flung sideways.

The immense force caused a significant shift in Qin Zhu’s mind, inducing brief dizziness.

Before Qin Zhu could recover, Shiva appeared above him again, a powerful downward kick striking heavily onto Qin Zhu’s abdomen, sending him crashing to the ground.

Following a loud bang, the floor made of Nine Nether Cyan Stone was shattered into dust, the flying dust covering Qin Zhu’s figure.

Shiva looked towards where Qin Zhu had fallen, seemingly cautious, and did not continue the pursuit.

Finally regaining momentum, Qin Zhu carried the water of the Nether River and poured it towards Shiva standing in the air.

However, this move didn’t cause Shiva any disarray.

Shiva stood there smiling disdainfully.

The overwhelming dust couldn’t block Shiva’s sight at all, moreover, Shiva could sense Qin Zhu’s precise location through his aura.

The reason he didn’t attack immediately was that Qin Zhu, who couldn’t fight back, didn’t stir Shiva’s desire to attack.

Facing the Nine Nether River sweeping his way, Shiva didn’t choose to dodge this time.

He slowly raised and then spread his hands.

Attempting a counterattack, Qin Zhu beheld the scene, feeling his heart quake.

Being able to wield the extremely cold Nine Nether River as an attack method was one of Qin Zhu’s proudest feats.

Across the Three Realms and Six Paths, no divine being dared to withstand the baptism of the Nine Nether River.

Shiva attempts to embrace the Nine Nether River? Even Qin Zhu wouldn’t dare to easily attempt this; is Shiva insane!

The rapidly changing battle situation left Qin Zhu no room for hesitation.

Using Divine Power, Qin Zhu controlled the Nether River behind him, transforming it into a sharp blade, thrusting straight towards Shiva’s chest.

Shiva remained unchanged, arms open, with an expectant expression, as if embracing his beloved.

Pfft~

The water blade of the Nine Nether River pierced through Shiva’s chest without surprise.

Yet Shiva not only didn’t mind, but appeared to enjoy it.

"In the world, absolute empathy is rare. The Nine Nether River should have been the Divine River; feared for its formidable force, it has flowed in the Nine Netherworld for millennia."

"And you, Qin Zhu, merely made some sacrifices for All Celestial Divine Beings, and you wish to control the Divine River with your faint empathy? Are you worthy?"

The blood from his chest continued to flow.

Yet Shiva had a face full of enjoyment.