A Game of Wits

Pfft!

With a powerful grab, his palm sliced through the air with a sharp whistle. The middle-aged man who had leaped from the coffin seized Li Li by the throat and squeezed hard, the immense strength instantly making Li Li's face flush red.

Even after devouring nearly two thousand second-rank elite soldiers and forcibly raising himself to the mid-second rank, Li Li was still powerless to resist.

"What kind of creature are you?"

The man from the coffin slowly straightened up and lifted Li Li with one hand.

A faint strand of Divine Sense was transmitted.

"Grave robber?"

Ji Shang studied the intricate patterns carved into the palace walls, wondering what hidden mechanisms they contained. Surprised, he said, "No, none of the outer mechanisms have been damaged. Spatial teleportation? A jump, or a transfer? What method was that?"

He actually knew about spatial teleportation? Li Li's face immediately reddened from being choked.

This emperor from an ancient era, one of history's strongest Moon Diviners, versed in both heaven and earth and knowledgeable of the past and present—had his research into creations from every era already brought him to understand such things? His way of thinking was frighteningly ahead of his time.

"No, what kind of creature are you!?"

Ji Shang gripped Li Li's throat and sensed scorching fluid surging within him. Unlike their gaseous blood, this was liquid blood.

"I am... a good person. Spare me..."

Li Li struggled to send out clumsy Divine Sense.

As a second-rank soul-path expert, his soul could naturally emit weak Divine Sense.

But they ultimately did not share a language. He had learned that sentence by extracting it from the muddleheaded general zombie, but it was of little use.

"Language barrier. A foreigner?" Ji Shang narrowed his eyes. He had conquered many continents in