The indestructible Divine Artifact, the Soul-Breaking Blade, given to him by his boss, actually let out a hum and began to tremble, as though it were wailing from being squeezed by "Lin Yi's" Golden Claws.
This was a Divine Artifact!
It was a terrifying weapon that even Lin You, a High God who had fully recovered his strength, could not withstand. Forget breaking through "Lin Yi's" defenses—it had even been squeezed into this state by Lin Yi.
"Ah, not bad. A Divine Artifact forged by such trash is actually this durable? As expected, without reviving in my own physical body, my strength is restricted far too much."
The moment those words reached Old Ghost's ears, every hair on his body stood on end.
Catching a Divine Artifact barehanded, yet still disliking his current body for being too weak—just how terrifying had the expert possessing Lin Yi's body been in life?
After saying that, "Lin Yi's" right arm, which was gripping the Soul-Breaking Blade, rapidly swelled. The entire arm bulged with blood-engorged muscles, turning so red it was nearly purple.
Bang!
A cloud of blood mist exploded from Lin Yi's right arm.
Then, drawn in by the materialized Divine Power, it clung to Lin Yi's right arm.
Lin Yi's body was certainly powerful. The strength of a Mage's body far surpassed that of a Tank Profession user of the same level, yet even so, it still could not withstand the Divine Power unleashed at Wu Zhiqi's full strength.
"Weren't you planning to give me a way to revive just now? Why aren't you saying anything now? Are you trying to toy with me?"
Wu Zhiqi's icy tone seemed even colder than the Nine Nether Turbulence. The moment it reached Old Ghost's ears, it drained all the strength from his body, leaving