Snap—!
The Star Coin landed on Lin Qiye's hand, but instead of stopping, it swayed strangely before continuing to spin counterclockwise.
Lin Qiye stood stunned for a long while. He looked up at the dim sky, the desert beneath his feet, and the Flowing Flame Light howling toward him from behind... No miracle descended, nor did heaven and earth turn upside down. Everything remained as it was.
"That's it?" Lin Qiye's mouth twitched slightly.
On a whim, he had flicked the Star Coin, only to change the direction of its rotation?
Could it be that this thing wasn't meant to be used like that?
Gilgamesh was still in a state of mental chaos. Even if Lin Qiye wanted to ask how to use the Star Coin, he had no chance to do so. The last hope in his heart had ultimately fallen through.
There had to be another way to escape...
The surging heatwaves of flame nearly swallowed Lin Qiye whole. At the brink of life and death, his mind raced at breakneck speed.
Right!
The boots!
Where were those winged boots that loved chasing people around?
Lin Qiye suddenly recalled the "trio of divine artifacts" he had encountered twice above the desert. The astonishing speed of those boots had left a deep impression on him.
If he could catch those boots now, perhaps he would have a chance to shake off the Fire God behind him!
Lin Qiye swept his gaze across the surroundings. Aside from the endless heatwaves, nothing else appeared within dozens of kilometers of airspace. The "trio of divine artifacts" had probably seen the three main gods descend and been too frightened to show themselves.
Lin Qiye closed his eyes helplessly and let out a long sigh.
Just as despair was about to consume him, he