Lin Qi stared in shock in the direction Donkey had vanished, utterly unable to tell how Donkey had left. He instinctively questioned Hell—had Hell already completely taken control of the Hell Arena? Had Hell taken the initiative to teleport Donkey away?
Hell did not answer Lin Qi for a long while. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally muttered in a gloomy tone, "To completely take control of the Hell Arena... probably, perhaps, maybe, it'll still take another half day! As for how this donkey left this place, I suggest that Lord Lin Qi ask him in person!"
Lin Qi keenly sensed that something was off with Hell. He smiled without saying a word, then led several dozen divine corpses radiating sky-piercing Killing Intent straight toward a group of gods locked in a frenzied slaughter not far away. "The Undead Divine Pantheon bore no grudge against any of you! Yet you wiped out the Undead Divine Pantheon! I, Bone-Carving Knife Sugra, am irreconcilable with you! You all must die! Yan Zhe, A Shinu, you all deserve to die!"
With a sweep of both hands, the blended power of the laws of time and undead death condensed into gleaming bone spears. The bone spears shot out in all directions like raindrops, filling the sky and earth. This one strike killed at least a hundred thousand lower gods, and quite a few middle gods perished beneath the piercing bone spears as well.
In Bone-Carving Knife Sugra's name, Lin Qi roared and raved as he led a band of scoundrels across the battlefield. He became the most dangerous factor on this battlefield. Wherever he passed, whether gods of the Heavenly Temple or the Miro Divine Cult, Lin Qi slaughtered them on the spot without distinction. With Lin Qi's intervention, this melee among