Desperate Counterattack

"I have to admit, you're a genius too—and one blessed with exceptionally powerful luck at that. But you're destined to become a dried corpse beneath my feet."

As the Myriad Gods Ancestor spoke, he continued reinforcing the spatial formation.

He had called a junior his inner demon. In the Myriad Gods Ancestor's eyes, that alone showed how seriously he took Yi Yun. Even though Yi Yun was already held tightly in the palm of his hand, he did not relax in the slightest.

He had heard of a few geniuses like Yi Yun, blessed with tremendous luck. Ordinary people who opposed them would encounter obstacle after obstacle. For example, the founding rulers who achieved great feats throughout the ages had faced countless assassinations and plots, yet all those who tried to harm them had eventually died.

But the Myriad Gods Ancestor believed that he, too, was blessed by fate. He would kill Yi Yun, then turn Yi Yun's luck into his own. In the future, he might even ascend to the rank of Divine King.

With a sharp hiss, a bone sword appeared in the Myriad Gods Ancestor's hand.

The Bone Corrosion Sword was snow-white all over and strangely shaped. Its tip resembled a claw, while the blade curved as it radiated a dense aura of death.

"Once killed by the Bone Corrosion Sword, not only will your flesh rot completely and your blood essence be absorbed, your soul will also be corroded by deathly energy. In the end, you'll become my servant." The Myriad Gods Ancestor poured his vital essence into the Bone Corrosion Sword. The blade trembled slightly and let out an indescribably sinister sound, as if it had come from the depths of hell.

Then, the Myriad Gods Ancestor walked toward Yi Yun. The Bone Corrosion Sword