I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second

Chapter 884: Chapter 884: Shattered Pride

Only then was Qin Zhu able to easily capture her.

Asphyxiation brings a feeling of weakness. Driven by a survival instinct, Fuluona struggled desperately, but at this moment, she could only manage a chaotic struggle. Her flailing punches and kicks had no effect on Qin Zhu.

The Divine Power and the Power of the Primordial surrounding Qin Zhu easily isolated these non-lethal attacks.

By the time Mokaya and the others evaded the impact of the Nether River to check the battle situation, they found that yet another teammate had been captured by Qin Zhu.

”Why don’t you all just surrender? Being strangled to death like this is an unpleasant experience. If I were you, I wouldn’t resist. You’ve been so high and mighty for so long, you’ve forgotten the brutality of war.”

”If you stop resisting, perhaps I’ll be in a good mood and spare you.”

To become the King of the Nine Netherworld, Qin Zhu possessed an incredibly frightening strategic mind.

First, he wore them down with countless warriors from the Ghost Slayer Tribe, exhausting their strength. Then, when they were exhausted, he launched a thunderous attack to thoroughly break through their psychological defenses.

Most importantly, Fuluona’s desperate struggles—each movement was like a sharp knife piercing into the hearts of the surviving Upper-Rank Gods.

Resist?

The promised reinforcements had not arrived.

With the speed and resources mastered by the Divine Beings, reaching the Nine Netherworlds from the Upper Plane should be no trouble at all.

It’s really hard not to think negatively when such a long time passes without their arrival:

Could it be that the Upper-Rank Gods, sent to hold Qin Zhu accountable, had already been abandoned?

”What are you thinking? Do you believe Qin Zhu will spare you? Even if he would, think about it—in this short time, how many tribesmen from the Ghost Slayer Tribe have you killed? Do you think the bloodthirsty Ghost Slayer Tribe will let you go?”

Watching the fighting spirit in his companions’ eyes dim, Mokaya grew anxious.

He knew well what kind of person Qin Zhu was—Qin Zhu was definitely not a fool to be trifled with.

He wouldn’t keep anyone who had no value.

Even if he had served the Ghost Slayer Tribe well, he wouldn’t use it as a bargaining chip to have them spared, impossible.

Yet, amongst these six, only Mokaya remained clear-headed.

The higher the level of combat, the more focused one needs to be.

In such a disadvantageous situation, focus is even more necessary.

Once fighting spirit is lost, only disastrous defeat remains.

Mokaya’s words reached the ears of his fellow teammates.

By the time they realized Mokaya’s reasoning made sense, it was already too late.

As they just began to gather their Divine Power to defend themselves, it was too late.

The surging army of the Ghost Slayer Tribe, like a red tide, had already flooded their vision.

Before they could react with any moves, claws and fangs had already penetrated their flesh, tearing their blood and flesh away in chunks like a brutal sacrifice.

Want to live? Why didn’t you act earlier?

If you had shown humility from the start and given Qin Zhu more space, there was no need to drive Qin Zhu to this point.

The Mountain Monarch had hidden its fangs and claws, lying dormant for thousands of years as cattle and horses, yet the villagers surprisingly forgot it was once a dominator of the land, forcing it to its end with aggressive intent.

Now, look, you’ve overplayed your hand.

Watching as his companions were torn to shreds, while the captured Fuluona still clung to survival, Mokaya’s heart completely died.

Without companions to help resist the Ghost Slayer Tribe, he wouldn’t last long.

Not to mention the bloodthirsty monsters of the Ghost Slayer Tribe; even in a one-on-one, Qin Zhu alone would crush him.

A slight exertion from Qin Zhu snapped Fuluona’s neck.

Life faded, but Fuluona still had a chance for salvation.

But right now, Qin Zhu was overly merciless, showing no intention of sparing the beautiful, and with a casual wave, he threw the lifeless Fuluona into the tides of the Ghost Slayer Tribe.

The corpse of an Upper-Rank God was a rare delicacy for the Ghost Slayer Tribe.

In an instant, Fuluona was beyond saving—not a bone, not a drop of blood, not a strand of hair remained.

”You, make your choice: end it yourself or be torn to pieces.”

Mokaya watched the plight of his teammates, a shiver gripped his heart.

For a moment, he found himself agreeing with Qin Zhu’s statement.

After being high and mighty for so many years, if there’s still a way to exit with dignity, better not die too disgracefully.

Rather than leaving not even bones behind, one might as well put an end to it quickly on their own.

The pride of the Upper-Rank Gods was utterly shattered at this moment, as was their unchallengeable authority.

For the warriors of the Nine Netherworld, choosing between absolute loyalty to the King of the Nine Netherworld or absolute obedience to the Celestial Divine Beings was indeed a difficult choice.

Without the King of the Nine Netherworld, they wouldn’t have their current status; their thousands of years in the Nine Netherworld wouldn’t have been so favorable.

But to go against the Celestial Divine Beings, they dared not have the courage. The strength of those who established the rules of the Three Realms and Six Paths was undeniable.

Now, Qin Zhu made the choice for them.

Thousands of years, unnoticed, he arranged such a monumental plan. It proved that teaming up with Qin Zhu was a wise choice.

This time, the situation of the Nine Netherworld reached its best state.

In front of them were the bloodthirsty monsters within reach—their claws and tusks gleaming with a chilling crimson glow.

To leave with some dignity, even Mokaya conceded.

He cast aside the so-called burden of the Upper-Rank God and knelt before Qin Zhu.

”Qin Zhu, I hope you abide by your words and let me leave with dignity.”

After speaking, Mokaya gathered his Divine Power in his right hand, attempting to pierce through his own head for a swift end.

Seeing the despair on Mokaya’s face, Qin Zhu chuckled.

These Celestial Divine Beings, after thousands of years, had truly regressed—so much so that even the pride of the Upper-Rank Gods was dispensable. This made Qin Zhu more convinced of the correctness of his decisions.

Just as Mokaya was about to end his life, a blinding pillar of light descended beside him.

Qin Zhu, sensing the change, did not hesitate, leading the Ghost Slayer Tribe to charge forward, intending to tear Mokaya to pieces.

However, in the next moment, the blinding pillar of light transformed into a scorching wave imbued with overwhelming Divine Power, mercilessly pouring down on Qin Zhu and his comrades.

This sudden shift left Qin Zhu with no time to evade.

Thankfully, his strength was considerable.

Shiva’s Karmic Fire did not cause any substantial harm to Qin Zhu.

As for the tribe, they suffered tremendously.

Without potent Divine Power to shield them, even the strongest defense was like foam in the face of Shiva’s Karmic Fire—everything turned to ash wherever the flames reached.

”Damn, Shiva really struck hard, didn’t even give me a chance to scavenge.”

Hiding in the shadows, Lin Yi observed the battle between the sides.