Whoosh—!
The sword radiance pierced the clouds, instantly blasting a huge hole through the thick cloud cover.
In midair, after unleashing the Sword Saint's Sword Intent, Lin Qiye did not look back. He immediately mounted the Somersault Cloud and sped into the distance!
He knew very well that the sword Zhou Ping had left behind could kill the Thunder Beast, but it could never kill Gibir.
At the end of the day, the Thunder Beast was merely a divine beast, with combat power at most on the level of a Lesser God. But Gibir was a genuine chief god. Trying to erase him with a wisp of Sword Intent left behind by Zhou Ping was nothing more than a fool's dream.
The facts proved that Lin Qiye had made the right choice.
Once Lin Qiye had flown away on the Somersault Cloud and the surging tide of Sword Intent in the sky dissipated, a blood-soaked figure slowly emerged from the flames.
More than half of Gibir's crimson armor had shattered. A grotesque sword wound that exposed bone ran from his shoulder to his lower abdomen. Blood dripped from his armor into the flames with a sizzling hiss.
"That agent..."
Gibir's furious gaze swept the ground below. When he failed to find Lin Qiye, his chest heaved violently.
He snorted coldly and was about to give chase again when an aged voice drifted into his ears from afar.
"The sacrifices Inanna collected are enough. Return."
Gibir frowned. After hesitating for a moment, he finally stopped and turned toward the crescent-shaped skiff.
"They didn't come after me."
After confirming that Gibir had turned back, Lin Qiye let out a long sigh of relief.
He lowered his head and looked at the Wooden Chopstick broken in two in his hand, confusion surfacing