140: Immediate death judgment

Meanwhile, Lin Yu, the target of Li San's assassination, remained fully focused.

In Lin Yu's world, all the clamor had faded away.

The energy collision in the sky, the wails from the ruins, and the distant shouts of alarm all became vague and distant background noise.

His entire mind was immersed in the intricate, infinite circulatory system composed of countless card phantoms before him.

One million forty-eight thousand five hundred seventy-six times.

This was the limit of the multiplication cycle he could currently achieve.

And what he had invested in it was a skill that had just advanced to the [Source] tier.

Vitality Nourishment.

The emerald green energy, as faint as a firefly, was superimposed and amplified again and again in the extremely complex cycle, and the life force it contained was rapidly increasing exponentially.

Lin Yu could even feel that the energy was so dense that it was about to materialize.

It was no longer mere energy.

Instead, it was a rule.

A supreme rule of power representing "life."

"Go."

Lin Yu thought.

The emerald green light cluster, condensed by a million-fold multiplication, silently detached from the circulatory system, tracing an invisible trajectory, and accurately plunged into the lifeless body of Seventh Master.

There were no earth-shattering phenomena.

Nor was there dazzling brilliance.

Everything happened silently, like moisture seeping into things.

The Old Ghost, standing behind Lin Yu, didn't even notice any energy fluctuations.

He just instinctively stared intently at his old friend's corpse, his cloudy eyes filled with the last trace of unrealistic hope.

One second.

Two seconds.

Nothing happened.

Seventh Master still lay there quietly, the blood hole in his chest gruesome and terrifying, his body temperature slowly dissipating.

The light that had just ignited in the Old Ghost's eyes quickly dimmed.

Yes.

What was he expecting anyway?

The dead cannot be revived.

This was a truth even a three-year-old child understood.

No matter how powerful the boss was, he was still human, not a god.

Just as the last shred of hope in the Old Ghost's heart was about to be completely extinguished.

An anomaly suddenly occurred.

A faint, almost negligible, emerald green speck of light, without warning, lit up at the location of Seventh Master's already stopped heart.

The light was dim, yet it carried an undeniable tenacity.

Immediately after, centered on that speck of light, countless smaller, spiderweb-like emerald green light threads began to spread towards Seventh Master's limbs and bones.

Those necrotic tissues, those broken blood vessels, those inactive cells, upon contact with these light threads, seemed to be injected with the most primitive life instructions.

They began to gently, inexplicably, creeping (wriggle).

The gruesome blood hole in Seventh Master's chest, the curled edges of the flesh, a small piece of completely carbonized tissue, suddenly fell off, and beneath it, a brand new granulation bud grew stubbornly at a visible speed!

"This...this..."

The Old Ghost's breathing stopped.

He stared wide-eyed, as if trying to squeeze his eyeballs out of their sockets.

What did he see?

Was it an illusion?

He stretched out his trembling hand, wanting to touch, but then abruptly stopped in mid-air, fearing that his rashness would disturb this miraculous scene before him.

Boss...Boss he...he is truly creating a miracle!

He was going to drag a dead man back from the hands of death!

The Old Ghost dropped to his knees with a thud.

This time, it wasn't due to grief.

Instead, it stemmed from a profound awe and fanaticism for an unknown power, originating from the depths of his soul!

God!

This was a true God!

However, just as everyone's attention in the field was drawn to the fierce battle in the sky and the miracle on the ground.

No one noticed.

A very faint shadow, almost blending with the ground rubble, was silently and rapidly approaching the center of the miracle, Lin Yu, who had his back to everyone.

Li San.

His [Shadow Concealment] skill had completely transformed him into a phantom roaming the shadow plane.

No aura.

No energy fluctuations.

Even his killing intent was suppressed deep within his soul by a secret art.

In his eyes, there was only that figure, so close at hand.

The one and only flaw that determined his life and death, and the direction of this battle!

Closer.

Even closer.

Ten meters.

Five meters.

Three meters!

The young man was still fully focused, oblivious to the impending death.

Li San's heart pounded, and a surge of triumphant joy, almost overwhelming his killing intent, made him barely able to suppress it.

Now!

However, just as he was about to launch his attack.

A shrill, distorted roar suddenly erupted from the edge of the battlefield!

"Lin Yu! Watch out behind you!"

It was Wang Han!

Behind the obsidian shield, this ordinary middle-aged man, in extreme fear, maintained a glimmer of a bystander's clarity.

He didn't look at the sky, nor did he look at the "resurrecting" corpse.

All his attention was fixed on his nephew!

And because of this, he saw it!

He saw that abnormally wriggling shadow on the ground!

The moment that roar sounded, Wang Han used all his strength, rushing out from behind the shield without hesitation, spreading his arms like a mother hen protecting her chick, fearlessly pouncing towards Lin Yu!

He didn't know what was happening.

He only knew that his child was in danger!

"Fool!"

The one-armed Little Leader reacted with extreme speed.

The moment Wang Han rushed out, a hint of brutality flashed in his eyes, and with a flick of his left hand, a sharp metal throwing blade flew out, cutting through the air with a piercing sound, aimed directly at Wang Han's back!

Seeking death!

This sudden turn of events stunned everyone.

Lin Yu's spellcasting was also forcibly interrupted by Wang Han's agonizing roar.

But he was one step too late.

Or rather, that flying blade, at this very moment, produced a miraculous effect!

Just as Lin Yu's attention was drawn to Wang Han.

The shadow beside him suddenly came alive.

A dark figure, like a ghost, emerged from the ground, and the palm-sized black short dagger in his hand, the [Soul Extinguishing Dagger], carrying an aura of deadly stillness, silently plunged into Lin Yu's waist.

Pfft.

The sound of the blade entering flesh was faint, yet terrifyingly clear.

Lin Yu's body suddenly stiffened.

He slowly lowered his head.

Looking at the ominous black-glowing dagger, mostly embedded in his body.

An extreme coldness, not from the wound, but from the depths of his soul, exploded.

Li San, having succeeded with one strike, revealed a twisted and ecstatic sneer on his face.

"Die!"

He frantically activated the attached effect of the dagger!

Buzz!

On the blade of the [Soul Extinguishing Dagger], a gruesome skull rune suddenly lit up!

A flash of light!

It succeeded!!

[Instant Death Judgment], triggered!!

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