Since becoming a Class User, Lin Yi had seen quite a few powerful beings and terrifying creatures with tenacious life force, but none of the creatures he had encountered were as resilient as the withered man before him.
It was hard to imagine what kind of belief had sustained the man until now.
Sensing the arrival of unfamiliar presences, the man forced open his trembling white eyes.
His previously weary gaze instantly became alert, staring fixedly at the young woman beside Lin Yi.
"Heh, I never expected that after so many years, there would still be someone from the Qin Family coming to see me. What, are you planning to release me, or take my life?"
Shakyamuni's grin stretched grotesquely wide, making him look frightening enough that even Lin Yi felt a chill crawl through his heart.
"If you intend to release me, then let me tell you, you'd better not. I will stake everything on tearing apart your conspiracy, and use all I have learned in my life to drag your Qin Family down to hell with me."
"So hurry up and do it. Finish me."
Feeling the Killing Intent rise to its peak, Lin You let out a helpless sigh.
Could Lin You not understand what Shakyamuni was thinking?
What had he endured for so long in this cold, grim Nine Nether Turbulence for?
Shakyamuni did not look like someone with masochistic tendencies.
Enduring the agony of his body being devoured and corrupted, struggling on in the lightless, viscous liquid, even being forgotten by the river of time—what else could Shakyamuni have wanted but to one day emerge alive and seek revenge against the Qin Family and the Gods of All Heavens?
"Shakyamuni, there is no need to provoke me. It is meaningless. I know very well what