The four low-tier gods under Ogwin's command—including Ogwin's own son—had all endured prolonged tempering in the Gobada Plane Prison. Every one of them was nearly on par with Bamenta in strength. With all four attacking at once, how could Lin Lei and his two companions possibly hold them off?
"If the two of them join forces, my 'Whisper of Wind' can only strike one at a time. The other will inevitably seize the chance to attack me."
Lin Lei understood that perfectly well.
If he fought to the death, he might manage to kill one. But...
The battle would be decided in an instant.
"What matters now is stalling for time—keeping Ogwin from discovering the micro-realm chamber as long as possible. I can only hope Lord
Stall!
Having achieved godhood through the Insight of Speed, Lin Lei vastly outstripped the two of them in that regard.
Lin Lei was like invisible wind, constantly shifting position, dodging the attacks of those two god-level powerhouses again and again. The two black-robed men were growing agitated. Offense was their forte, but when it came to speed, they were far inferior to Lin Lei.
"Fast enough," Ogwin remarked with a faint smile.
Lin Lei immediately felt the surrounding space tighten its grip on him. Ogwin was clearly using his Divine Domain to restrain Lin Lei with full force. Even though Lin Lei excelled at speed, at this moment—bound as he was—even straining to maintain his own Divine Domain, his speed still fell a notch below the two black-robed men.
"Haha—let's see you run now!" The voice rang inside Lin Lei's mind, a mental transmission from one of the black-robed men. They had been toyed with by Lin Lei's speed moments ago, and naturally they were furious. Now Lin Lei was under pressure and restrained, while they were not.
Their speed now exceeded his.
Two phantoms pincered toward Lin Lei.
"Lord Beirut, why haven't you come yet!" Grief and fury churned in Lin Lei's heart, but then he noticed something that sent a chill through him.
"Ahhh!"
A scream of agony—the third saber strike to land on Desri.
The first had sliced through half his body. The second, Desri had barely survived. But this third...
Clang! The cold, long saber cleared straight through Desri's skull and smashed into a divine spark glowing with white light, radiating Desri's aura. The blade struck the divine spark—under such tremendous force, the spark trembled violently and Desri's soul was directly scattered.
Soul annihilated!
"Dead!"
Whether it was Lin Lei or Olivia, a surge of bitter desolation rose in their hearts.
Although Desri's original body still existed within the micro-realm prison, the death of his god clone meant that—Desri would never again be able to cultivate the Light Elemental Law. At the same time, five thousand years of bitter cultivation had been overturned in a single stroke.
If he wanted to achieve godhood on his own again, he would have to cultivate other elemental laws entirely.
"Will this also be my end?" Lin Lei's heart was filled with sorrow, Desri's screams still ringing in his ears.
"Ahhhh!"
A shrill, unwilling roar tore from Lin Lei's throat. The eerie Violet Blood Flexible Sword sang in resonance, its hum piercing heaven and earth. A glint of madness crossed Lin Lei's eyes. He no longer cared—even if it meant death, he would take one or two of them with him.
Whisper of Wind—unleashed!
"Die!" Olivia too let out a hysterical scream.
In that instant, both Lin Lei and Olivia had gone berserk.
--- At the same time, in the underground micro-realm chamber.
A large crowd had gathered here—Baike and his four brothers along with their family members, Dilia, Wotton,
Desri's original body was deathly pale, his eyes brimming with despair.
"Heh heh..." Desri let out a low, bitter laugh.
Five thousand years of bitter cultivation—yet from this moment it was settled. He could never again achieve godhood through the Light Elemental Law.
"Everyone, hurry—leave now!" Lin Lei, clad in a sky-blue robe, barked at those around him. "Quick! Scatter in every direction—flee through the underground. Ogwin can't possibly keep his divine sense probing underground at all times." Lin Lei had no other choice.
Beirut still hadn't come.
Lin Lei couldn't pin all his hopes on Beirut.
"Desri—as long as your original body survives, you can still cultivate other laws at least. Hurry, go." Lin Lei rushed straight to the entrance of the micro-realm chamber and channeled the divine power within his body, blocking the energy pouring from the Spatial Gate.
Several dozen people crammed inside the micro-realm chamber all felt the tension.
"Lin Lei," Dilia called out.
"Hurry—don't hesitate." Lin Lei even grabbed the son of Gazi standing nearby and pulled him out of the micro-realm chamber. Everyone understood the gravity of the situation. One by one they scrambled out of the chamber and then fled in every direction through the underground passages.
The Violet Blood Flexible Sword trembled, its singing sound like the soft notes of a flute. Under Lin Lei's control, those flute-like tones propagated directly toward the two black-robed men before him and the blond young man locked in combat with Olivia.
Whether the two black-robed men or the blond young man— In that instant, every other sound in the world seemed to vanish, leaving only that soft, melodic singing—so hauntingly beautiful.
Clang!
A blood-red, ethereal sword image shot from the Violet Blood Flexible Sword, piercing straight toward the mind of one of the black-robed men, who was still caught in a state of mental relaxation. By the time the blood-red sword image cut through his spiritual power, he finally snapped to awareness.
But it was too late.
The blood-red sword image pierced directly into his divine spark, annihilating the soul within in an instant.