Lin Yi had taken his position several minutes earlier.
After witnessing Qin Zhu's methods, Lin Yi could not help but marvel at how fortunate he had been.
If not for the entire Nine Nether being plunged into crisis, how could Qin Zhu, with his strength, have allowed Lin Yi to lay a hand on his son?
Given Qin Zhu's ruthless methods, if he had truly wanted to kill Lin Yi, he would most likely have gone all out from the very start. In that case, there would have been only one ending for Lin Yi—an utterly dead one.
"Exactly. Shiva is far stronger than you imagine. He did not use his full strength when fighting you. If you want to defeat him, this is the only opportunity for now."
Within Lin Yi's Divine Sense, the Great Sage gave his assessment. For the Great Sage to rate him so highly, Shiva's true strength was clearly no small matter.
Wu Zhiqi's decision could only be called seemingly risky, but actually correct.
If they did not defeat Shiva now, Lin Yi would not be able to escape the next time they encountered each other.
Just from the domineering aura Shiva had displayed upon appearing, Lin Yi could clearly sense just how correct Wu Zhiqi's decision had been.
"Heh, Qin Zhu, I didn't expect you to be so capable. You actually did so much behind our backs and let the Ghost Tribe recuperate for all these years. I'm afraid you're the only one in the Three Realms who would dare do such a thing, aren't you?"
Shiva's hand clamped down on Mahakasyapa's.
Yet his gaze could not even be bothered to spare Mahakasyapa a second look.
A man who had abandoned the rank of High God was no longer worth Shiva's attention.
He had