The Spatial Turbulence before him suddenly parted, revealing Lin Su approaching with a sword in hand. Dressed in white like snow, Lin Su sighed softly. "Ye Tianfang, you should thank the Current Situation. If I truly did not need cannon fodder, I really could not be bothered to subdue trash like you!"
With a flick of his finger, he struck Ye Tianfang between the brows.
The Sub-God Imprint emerged, and Ye Tianfang immediately became someone under his control.
The kind who would die at a single thought.
Ye Tianfang trembled all over.
As the patriarch of a race, a peerless powerhouse whose concealment arts stood unrivaled beneath heaven, who would be willing to acknowledge another as master?
Yet he had to admit that today, he had truly been fortunate.
Against all odds, he had kept his life...
Lin Su took a step forward, and the view before him suddenly opened up.
The battlefield's killing cries shook the heavens, while mountains in every direction had been reduced to ruins.
The Heaven-Plowing War Beast, the Flying Dragon Legion, and the armies of nine races were locked in fierce battle.
A figure flickered through the air. A tiny person the size of a butterfly suddenly appeared before Lin Su, then turned and became the same size as him. It was Ji Yuechi.
"How is it?"
The only one who truly understood the inside story was Ji Yuechi.
Because Lin Su needed her to contact the White Jade Capital Lord, he had concealed nothing from her.
That was why Ji Qianling had been worried sick after Lin Su vanished, while Ji Yuechi had not been worried in the slightest.
She knew that Lin Su falling into this scheme was merely a scheme within a scheme...
"Everything is as expected!"
At those six words, Ji