Nine Nether ran far too deep now.
The appearance of the Ghost Tribe would inevitably draw powerful experts from the Gods of All Heavens.
Although the Qin Family of Nine Nether could still stand against the Gods of All Heavens for now, as time passed, they would only be able to seek refuge with Anxing.
For Lin Yi, who carried two souls within him, this course of action was simply far too risky.
"From what I know of you, you should have mastered that fellow Shakyamuni's skills by now. Don't waste any time. Hurry and leave."
Lin Yi nodded, agreeing to the Great Sage's suggestion.
Yet Wu Zhiqi's divine soul emerged at that very moment.
"Leave? Leave where?"
"You offended Shiva and made him lose so much face. Are you planning to just leave like this?"
Wu Zhiqi's words left Lin Yi and the Great Sage utterly confused.
Lin Yi might not have known much about the terror of the Ghost Tribe, but did the Great Sage and Wu Zhiqi not know?
This was a race whose hearts were filled with slaughter. Once they fought, they were like rabid bulls afflicted with madness.
To deal with the Ghost Tribe, the Gods of All Heavens would surely dispatch even more powerful experts to stabilize Nine Nether's situation. If they did not leave now, they might end up trapped here for good.
One Shiva was already difficult enough to deal with. If four or five experts of that level arrived, would they not be finished here?
Black mist drilled out from Lin Yi's body and formed a miniature Wu Zhiqi before him.
"That fellow already has some understanding of your skills. When you meet again, are you confident you can escape from him?"
That truly was a question that struck at the