Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat. He turned to Hodur and said helplessly,
"My Prophecy Arts could only barely sense her location from the start. Finding the Underworld was already my limit. Even if you make me prophesy now, the accuracy will be extremely low. Besides, I can only make one prophecy a day..."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of explosions rang out from the distant battlefield, interrupting Lin Qiye.
Hodur's expression darkened. His tightly shut eyes trembled slightly as one hand suddenly clamped around Lin Qiye's throat. He spoke coldly,
"I know you prophets have abilities that let you overdraw your potential to make prophecies! I don't care whether it costs you your lifespan, drives you mad, or causes some other side effect. I want you to prophesy Sif's location again immediately!
"It doesn't matter if the accuracy is low. I need a direction to search in!"
The Underworld was far too vast. Even a chief god like Hodur could not search the entire Underworld in a short time, let alone when Loki would certainly hide Sif somewhere extremely concealed.
Hela, Queen of the Underworld, was no weaker than Thor. With the crafty Loki added to the mix, even Thor and Tyr working together might not gain the upper hand. He did not have much time left!
Lin Qiye's Prophecy Arts were their last trump card!
Seeing the murderous look on Hodur's face, Lin Qiye could only swallow the refusal that had risen to his lips.
"You said it yourself. I'll only be responsible for the prophecy. I can't guarantee its accuracy," he said faintly.
The implication was:
Brother, since you insist on making me prophesy, don't blame me for the consequences.
Lin Qiye sat down where he was. His fingertips swept across the ground as he quickly traced