In just a few exchanges, Lin Yi had completely overturned Soul Gathering God's understanding of him.
And this still was not all Lin Yi could do.
When the cold gleam of the Soul Severing Art's blade stabbed toward him and landed on his chest, Soul Gathering God finally understood that he had truly underestimated the young man before him.
Those arms, not particularly thick, contained unimaginable strength.
Even a barrier condensed from "A-rank" Divine Power could not completely neutralize Lin Yi's attack.
Lin Yi's attack broke through the barrier very slowly—so slowly that even if Soul Gathering God did nothing, Lin Yi would need nearly an hour to fully pierce it.
But even so, it irritated Juhun.
This kid was a monster, wasn't he? How could an ordinary person possibly possess such outrageous strength?
Just when Juhun thought this was Lin Yi's limit, he was shocked once again.
How was this kid Lin Yi's strength still rising?
His strength seemed bottomless. As he released it continuously, the force behind it kept increasing.
"I say, High God, is fighting me one-on-one really so boring?"
"You can still get distracted at a time like this?"
Utterly puzzled, Lin Yi had already switched positions with one of his clones.
At that moment, Lin Yi was already several miles away, safely out of range, and had begun chanting a skill.
The one standing before Juhun and stabbing his chest with the Soul Severing Art was no longer Lin Yi, but one of Lin Yi's Clones.
Juhun had witnessed that instant-transposition maneuver before. He knew Lin Yi could use that position-swapping skill at intervals.
But what completely exceeded his expectations was that Lin Yi's clone possessed strength like the main body, seemingly endless, suppressing him completely.
Juhun admitted that among the countless powerful beings of