Worldwide Simulation Era

He had to admit that the Painted-skin Demon's stealth ability was terrifying to the extreme.

Perhaps its talent was related to hiding and even had something to do with space, shadows, and illusions.

Otherwise, why couldn't Lin Qiye sense its existence?

For example, right now, Lin Qiye's Immortal Consciousness Soul has spread to a radius of 10,000 meters. Even if a gust of wind blew over, even if it was the heartbeat of a fly, Lin Qiye could sense it.

Moreover, his thunder particles were everywhere, but he didn't notice that the Painted-skin Demon had neared him.

However, Lin Qiye's intuition told him that the Painted-skin Demon had already invaded a radius of one thousand meters around him.

It only needed an instant to assassinate him.

"Not bad. Is this the power formed by devouring the Wind Emperor, the Demon Emperor, the Winged Wolf Tribe, and the demon race?

"Is this the supreme level Painted-skin Demon?

"It's amazing...

Lin Qiye couldn't help but be speechless.

At the same time, he drove the resentment in the Resentment Immortal Eye. Thick resentment rushed out like a demon mirror, lighting up a 100-meter radius.

Right now, at Lin Qiye's side, there are no other creatures.

Therefore, the Painted-skin Demon was particularly eye-catching, like a firefly in the night.

"What?"

When the Painted-skin Demon saw Lin Qiye's Resentment Immortal Eye, a chill ran down its spine.

It hurried back to escape.

But in the next second, endless threads of lightning had trapped it. Tiny thunder particles formed a storm in the Thunder God Domain, like thousands of atomic knives scraping against the demon's body.

The scales of the Painted-skin Demon were scraped into bloody sand inch by inch and fell off.

"Ah!"

The lightning filled with destructive power rubbed against the body of the Painted-skin Demon, turning it into a bloody meat stick.

The extreme resentment turned into heads and bit the body of the Painted-skin Demon.

The demon let out a heart-wrenching scream and struggled violently.

The tentacles on its back were like rubber, stretching thousands of miles.

Its wings were like clouds that hung in the sky.

The scales continued to grow, but Lin Qiye's eyes were cold.

With a thought, the Immortal Consciousness Soul pulled a long red saber down from the sky and spun toward the Painted-skin Demon's head.

The saber was extremely fast.

In the blink of an eye, the Painted-skin Demon's head was cut off, along with hundreds of tentacles and two pieces of wings.

Lightning and fire burned on the pieces of meat, burning them and the demon's head into ashes.

"Whoosh-"

The long blade spun and flew far away.

A thousand meters away, the Thunder God Aspect appeared and caught the long blade.

Its facial features were cold, and it slashed forward, cutting the back of the Painted-skin Demon.

The demon's back was split open, and its spine was chopped into pieces.

All the actions of the Painted-skin Demon came to an abrupt halt.

Two bloody faces drilled out of its chest, looking horror-struck.

"How is it possible? A mere ant killed me in an instant?"

The Painted-skin Demon's shocked voice dissipated in the surroundings.

Lin Qiye's gaze was cold.

"You're the ant."

As he spoke, lightning danced and scattered the Painted-skin Demon!

The Painted-skin Demon finally disappeared.

A red light flickered in Lin Qiye's Immortal Eye, and endless hatred turned into a hook that hooked the Painted-skin Demon's soul.

It was pulled into the Immortal Eye.

In an instant, the supreme-level Painted-skin Demon felt as if it had fallen into the eighteenth level of hell.

Countless lives that it had killed gathered into a universe of resentment.

It fell into it, and the boundless resentment washed over its soul, almost turning it into ashes.

"No! No! Don't come over! Don't come over!"

The army of resentment instantly drowned the Painted-skin Demon. They ate its soul and sucked on its fate.

"This is all fake!"

The Painted-skin Demon roared madly.

It struggled furiously, but it was useless.

It could only be turned into ashes in the Immortal Eye.

The supreme-level Painted-skin Demon was killed instantly.

The strange blood eye in the sky turned into black fog and dissipated.

The universe was bright and clear again, and the wind was gentle and smooth.

Only Zhu Yuheng's soul was left and was gradually thinning by the side.

"I'm so cold... Little Seventeen... Can you still hear me?

"I'm so cold... Little seventeen."

Lin Qiye was stunned.

Looking at Zhu Yuheng's soul, he was momentarily at a loss.

He understood that Zhu Yuheng had already struggled for a thousand reincarnations.

She was already dead.

Only her soul was left, and now... her soul was about to dissipate.

Lin Qiye used his Immortal Consciousness Soul to wrap around Zhu Yuheng's soul, trying to slow down the rate of dissipation.

"I'm here... Can you feel me?"

Lin Qiye's heart was a mess.

As if she could feel the warmth of Lin Qiye's soul, Zhu Yuheng's face revealed a hint of a smile.

"I want to burn a palace with you again. I feel like I'm fighting alongside you. Unfortunately, we don't spend enough time together.

"I thought that when I started training, I would be able to fight alongside you. I didn't expect things to turn out like this. I couldn't hold on for much longer..."

Zhu Yuheng's consciousness became increasingly blurry.

"Little Seventeen... Thank you for coming to save me and my soul, not allowing me to degenerate into a demon."

"It's such a pity. I really, really want you to hug me and feel your warmth..."

Zhu Yuheng's soul became more transparent.

Her smile became bitter.

Lin Qiye was speechless. He didn't know what to say.