"Gentlemen, what happens here has nothing to do with me!" Lin Qi smiled and nodded at Master Yin and Taimus. "Lord Master Yin, do be a little magnanimous! I merely went to spy on your camp and, while I was at it, tried to assassinate you. Didn't I fail? You haven't lost so much as a hair, so don't split hairs with me!"
"You two carry on getting intimate. I have a few matters to attend to over there, so I won't keep chattering at you!" Lin Qi's smile was dazzling. Then a black storm rose beneath his feet, sweeping up the 'Lin Qi' divine puppet and several archangels before turning into a black gale that shot into Hell Island.
"You inexplicable bastard! So what if you're a god? Give me back my Eternal Particles!" How could Master Yin spare any attention for Lin Qi? In his mind, Taimus had stripped every last Eternal Particle from his body with that palm strike. Naturally, the Eternal Particles had to be in Taimus's hands. That was the most reasonable conclusion.
Thus, even as he vomited blood, Master Yin shouted furiously. At the same time, his hands repeatedly tapped through the air, tracing a complex magic formation composed of demonic runes and divine script before him. Faint purple mist and golden light gathered in front of him, gradually forming a strange magical seal shaped like an Eastern divine dragon.
Taimus merely glanced once at Lin Qi's retreating back before focusing all his attention on Master Yin.
Fighting Master Yin had never been part of Taimus's plans. But no matter what, since they had already come to blows, he could not let him go. Moreover, Master Yin truly possessed the power to kill Taimus. At the very least, that last attack had left Taimus