"Arcane Missile"
"Bang!"
"-863"
A blood-red damage figure floated above Cloth’s head.
At this mont, Cloth did not counterattack Lin Yi, but kept letting out anguished roars at the sky, oblivious to everything else.
Despite Arcane magic spells exploding on his body one after another, Cloth seed unaware, not even glancing back at Lin Yi.
Nearby, Tian Ci and the others, for the first ti, did not heed Lin Yi’s command and imdiately joined this nearly twisted boss battle.
After a mont, Red Eyes reversed his dual daggers, gradually entering a state of concentration as he advanced:
"I’ll follow Brother Feng."
Before long, Red Eyes appeared from behind Cloth, daggers gleaming coldly in his hands.
"Shadow Blade Dance"
"-691"
"Bone Carving"
"-710" Critical Strike~
"Kidney Strike"
"-756" Critical Strike~
Suddenly, the dual daggers rged, and in an instant, he fiercely slashed towards Cloth’s head.
"Sunset Silver Glimr"
"-1012" Critical/Weakness Devastation
...
Shuai Diao Zha sighed and said:
"I can’t believe I got so into a ga character."
Then, Shuai Diao Zha waved his magic staff, and a blazing fire elent ford at the tip.
Zhan Chen also raised his bow and arrow, aid at Cloth’s head, and the wind power swiftly started to concentrate at the arrow’s tip:
"Sorry."
Tian Ci gritted his teeth, leaned forward, and his body entered stealth mode,
"Pardon ."
Stable as a mountain, he jumped into the fray:
"Powerful Strike!"
"-213"
Despite the reluctance, Shiyu still steeled himself and activated a skill, charging towards the swaying Corpse King Cloth:
"Charge!"
...
"He’s helping him find liberation."
Zhang Xinying looked in surprise at Dongfang Jing beside her.
At this mont, Dongfang Jing said calmly:
"He will definitely return to the embrace of Father God."
Although Zhang Xinying didn’t understand what Father God ant, it didn’t affect her literal understanding of those words.
Zhang Xinying suddenly asked:
"Will he be refreshed?"
Refreshing ans being respawned after the boss dies.
Dongfang Jing’s gaze fell on Lin Yi, and she said with so emotion:
"Probably not."
If the mission can’t be completed, refreshing is inevitable.
But if the mission can be completed, then Cloth’s existence would no longer be necessary.
"Hmm."
Zhang Xinying didn’t speak again.
The Werewolf Prophet glanced at Dongfang Jing, then at Zhang Xinying beside him, and swallowed back words that he almost spoke.
When the Corpse King Cloth’s health was drained, nothing dropped, not even a basic material.
Lin Yi knew this from the beginning.
Looking at the fallen Cloth, everyone was silent for a mont.
At this mont, they felt none of the usual joy from killing a boss, nor disappointnt at the lack of loot, only a lancholic feeling whose nature they couldn’t understand.
Just then, a transparent phantom rose from Cloth’s body.
"Cloth?"
Everyone, shocked and with a hint of delight, looked at the phantom, turning their gaze to Lin Yi, hoping for an explanation.
Because this phantom was the majestic and overbearing Cloth from the Illusion Realm, not the decayed Corpse King.
However, Lin Yi did not respond to the crowd but respectfully handed over the [Morgan’s Bone] and said:
"By the order of City Lord Aiborn of Black Tortoise City, I have co to lead the Lizardman Race back to the Hundred Races."
When Cloth’s soul body accepted the token Lin Yi handed over, Lin Yi respectfully repeated:
"Thank you for your hardship, Saint Lord."
Cloth took the [Morgan’s Bone] and looked at it, then sighed:
"My mission should be ending too."
This ti, Cloth threw a scroll into the air.
In the astonished gaze of everyone, the scroll emitted a dazzling radiance that dispelled the dark clouds overhead.
The warm sunlight poured onto the earth, driving away the darkness and welcoming brightness.
In the center of the street, a teleportation array emitting arcane radiance appeared from nowhere.
Even more astonishing, the ghosts in the barren fields around the village revealed their true forms one by one, transforming into lizardn, then peacefully floated toward the sky until they vanished.
At the edge of the village, lizardn appeared, bewildered, looking at each other.
A confused lizardman asked:
"What happened, what’s going on?"
Another lizardman was filled with panic:
"Why are we still here?"
Yet another rembered Cloth:
"Where is the Saint Lord, has anyone seen the Saint Lord?"
Strangely, even though Cloth’s soul body was right in front of Lin Yi, those lizardn in the distance didn’t seem to see it.
A group of lizardn gathered, occasionally pointing and discussing sothing about Lin Yi and the others.
From the snippets of conversation from these Lizardn, it’s not hard to see that hundreds of years are nothing more than a fleeting mont for them.
Perhaps their mory still lingers on the mont they were saved by Cloth.
This is the luckiest race Lin Yi has encountered since learning about the ga’s historical background.
Because of Cloth, they avoided the darkest and most tragic period on the Rafam Continent.
Looking at those Lizardn, whose level was no higher than Lv36, Lin Yi seed to understand why they received this ’special treatnt’...
Because on the battlefield, their combat prowess was akin to cannon fodder.
Suddenly, a beam of light descended upon Cloth’s head.
Cloth looked towards the village entrance in surprise, and when Cloth noticed Dongfang Jing standing there, he first showed a puzzled expression, but later was drawn to Zhang Xinying and the Werewolf Prophet beside her.
He couldn’t imagine encountering the Werewolf Prophet here, and in such a manner.
As the Prophet of the Werewolf Race, Yidra was quite well-known among the Hundred Races.
Cloth and the Werewolf Prophet exchanged a look and smiled at each other.
The special aning in that smile might only be deeply understood between their Soul Bodies.
Then Cloth expressed gratitude to Zhang Xinying.
Because Zhang Xinying had just released the ’Holy Word Technique’, which dispelled so of the remnants of the Corpse Pill within Cloth.
And now Cloth’s Soul Body is the purest it can be.
Even though it’s a Soul Body about to dissipate, Cloth still hoped that at the last mont his ’body’ would be pure and flawless.
Finally, Cloth said to Lin Yi,
"My apologies, you’ve helped so much, yet I have nothing to repay you with."
After speaking, a scroll fell before Lin Yi:
"I hope this can be of help to you."
Lin Yi respectfully reached out to take it, it was the ancient scroll Cloth had used before, nad: [Space-Ti Imprisonnt], and it only had 1 use left.
Imdiately after, an ancient book fell before Lin Yi, Cloth continued,
"Also, I ask you to find a suitable heir for , thank you!"
After placing the scroll in his backpack, Lin Yi once again took the book.
Then Lin Yi’s eyes widened instantly:
"This is."
Lin Yi could never have imagined that the book was Cloth’s legacy: [Chain Madman].
Recalling the scene of Cloth wielding chains against the dark-robed figure, if he hadn’t already had a legacy himself, Lin Yi would have been tempted to inherit Cloth’s legacy.
Simply because the power Cloth displayed was incredibly strong!
Especially the chain in his hand, which was as versatile as his own limb, not only was it ever-changing, but the destructive power was also imnse, certainly a nightmare for the enemies.
Just having this legacy made today’s journey worthwhile.
Lin Yi respectfully stored the two items, bowed and said,
"I will not let you down, and will ensure the Saint’s legacy continues, to once again showcase the Saint Slaughter’s might on the Demon Race Battlefield."
"Good, good, good!"
Hearing this, Cloth laughed heartily.
He looked at Lin Yi like a kind elder, and said with heartfelt sincerity,
"The future of the continent is entrusted to you all."
He could be heard pouring all his emotions into this continent, along with an undisguisable longing and reluctance in his eyes.
Looking at this man in front of him, who even in his Soul Body couldn’t let go of his concerns for the continent, Lin Yi sighed deeply.
Then he bent down respectfully and said in a tone of profound sorrow,
"Farewell, Saint."
Tian Ci and the others, seeing this, followed Lin Yi’s example, using the highest etiquette of the Rafam Continent to say,
"Farewell, Saint."
With a smile on his face, Cloth watched it all unfold. Before long, his Soul Body gradually drifted upwards, transforming into a wisp of blue smoke, dissipating between the heavens and the earth.
As Cloth’s Soul Body drifted upwards, his eyes remained locked with Dongfang Jing’s in the distance.
Until the last mont of his dissipation, Dongfang Jing’s lips moved slightly, and only then did Cloth’s smile show relief.
With the dispersal of Cloth’s Soul Body, a sense of lancholy lingered on the faces of Tian Ci and others.
Handso Guy asked,
"Do you think there really are people like him in this world?"
Lin Yi:
"There are!"
Because in his world, he was already a living person.
However, Lin Yi didn’t explain but instead moved toward the Teleportation Array that appeared at the center of the village.
"Let’s go, we’re going to the Netherworld Domain."
When everyone thought it was over, a space rift suddenly appeared beside the Teleportation Array.
Lin Yi’s face changed:
"Everyone move back."
Not long after, a figure in a black robe erged from the rift.
Lin Yi and the others at first thought they were seeing things, but with the screams of the Lizardn:
"Dark-robed figure, it’s the Dark-robed figure!"
Everyone’s hearts shook violently:
It wasn’t an illusion!
Dongfang Jing suddenly shouted,
"Feng Hua, quickly teleport away!"
However, a cold laugh echoed from the black robe:
"Can you escape?"
Instantaneously, the entire Lizardman village was enveloped in a transparent barrier.
The dark-robed figure spoke directly to Lin Yi:
"Hand over the Black Tortoise Seal, and I will spare your lives."
Lin Yi stared blankly at the information displayed above the black-robed figure’s head:
??? Lv60
???
Life Value: 6100000/61000000
Tian Ci couldn’t help but curse:
"How the hell do we fight this?"
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