Lin Qi grabbed the hilt of the Black Sun Phantom Blade, but his hand passed straight through it. This blade truly was no different from a phantom; where Lin Qi had grasped, there was nothing but an empty shadow. Then the hilt suddenly lit up, releasing a silent high-frequency vibration of terrifying heat. Lin Qi's palm flared with pain, a layer of flesh instantly burning into a puff of blue smoke and drifting away, exposing even the bones in his hand.
The agonizing pain made Lin Qi grunt, but Hell reacted with extreme speed. Seeing that Lin Qi lacked the strength to subdue this Imperial Lord-grade weapon, Hell's enormous body shuddered, and an incomparably thick, incomparably filthy black slurry of blood suddenly erupted from the blood pool in Hell's depths. The black blood plasma, condensed from the essence of all Hell's negative energies, spurted from Lin Qi's palm and splashed all over the Black Sun Phantom Blade.
The Black Sun Phantom Blade let out a sharp, miserable wail, and Lin Qi could clearly sense its grief. This strange giant scimitar, nearly a hundred meters long, cried out pitifully, like a cleanliness-obsessed young girl who had suddenly been kicked into a cesspit. Its misery, grievance, terror, and despair spread out with utter clarity.
"Hahaha!" Lin Qi laughed smugly three times. Then several chains formed of black blood plasma shot out from Hell's depths, clamped onto the Black Sun Phantom Blade, and forcibly dragged it deep into Hell, burying it directly within Blood Prison and suppressing it tightly. Even heavily wounded, Hell could still effortlessly crush this "insignificant" Imperial Lord-grade weapon in terms of rank.
Drawing a deep breath, Lin Qi's palm rapidly regenerated amid flowing green light. Two hazy gray divine rays shot from his eyes as he swiftly scanned in