"What!" old Zhao shouted in anger. Although he knew his daughter was dead, he thought maybe she died of natural causes or an accident, he was going to use that as an opportunity to gain some benefits from the Lin family, but now Lin Yi telling him he killed her like he had squashed a bug changed everything, he was burning with rage, so much that he decided to forget about his life and death and attack Lin YI.
Lin Yi dodged his attacks, though with some difficulties. Someone attacking with nothing to lose is very dangerous. This was made clear to Lin Yi. Like the strategist he was, he made a shocking move. He went for the queen and killed her, he didn't know what this was supposed to achieve, but he did it anyway.
"No!" The king shouted, his beloved wife was murdered, and he could do nothing about it. His whole world crumbled before him. Although he had many wives, he loved this one the most. According to him, she was the perfect woman, smart and beautiful, a woman that helped him in ruling the kingdom, he was satisfied with her, and now that woman was nothing but a headless body.
"I'll kill you, you bastard," Dong Li declared in a war cry.
"What the hell" Lin Yi seeing Dong Li attacking him like Old Zhao knew he had messed up, then suddenly the scenery around him changed, he appeared in a desert, but this was impossible, did someone teleport him?
"Shit, the illusion master." Lin Yi finally remembered the illusion master, only someone with excellent knowledge of illusions could accomplish such a feat.
"Is someone calculating the old man?" Lin Yi started to have doubts. How come he became greedy and decided to attack without an army? How did he make stupid mistakes? How did he forget about the illusion master?
"Someone is calculating the old man." Lin Yi came to a realization, but it was too late. He saw thousands of beasts headed his way, he knew this was an illusion, and the attack was hidden inside the beast tide.
Lin Yi felt despair, knowing something would harm him, but he could do nothing about it. He removed his defensive artifacts and equipped them. He then started attacking randomly, hoping to break the illusion forcefully.
This went on for about three hours before the illusion was broken. Lin Yi was in a bad state, his whole body was covered with blood, and his left limb was missing. Lin Yi knew he would die if he didn't do something about the situation, so without catching a breath, he took out a pill and swallowed it. This was his last hope, the pill was to increase his power for half a day, and after a day, his cultivation would regress. He didn't care about the side effects. What was a high cultivation base if you don't have a life?
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The pill effects took action immediately. He used all his energy and flew away. The king and Old Zhao were surprised, but they could do nothing. An early void cultivator that has dedicated themselves to fleeing is not something they could hope to keep up with.
Besides, their condition was not good either. Old Zhao especially was on his last breath, he had burned his cultivation base to injure Lin Yi, and now that the fight was over, he started to feel the consequences, his hair turned white. He was aging at speeds visible to the naked eye. He remembered he had a grandson that he had only seen once, he wished he could see him before he died, but he knew that was not going to happen, he regretted being an uncaring father and grandfather at least he died asking for his daughter's revenge.
Old Zhao turned into dust and was blown away by the wind. His journey, though regretful, ended. The king stared at old Zhao disappearing, and he felt a lump on his throat. This scene reminded him of his wife. He approached her headless body, picked it up, then picked up the head. Tears flowed and wetted his wife's bosom.
"IMPERIAL DECREE, mobilize all the forces, attack the Lin family, slaughter everything, any family that does not pledge its allegiance to our royal family, destroy it." Dong Li was tired of being the good guy and waiting for others to attack him before retaliating. Look what that brought him. This time, he was going to take the initiative and attack first.
The guards reading the atmosphere did not try to advise the king otherwise. Orders were issued, and an army was already forming, messages were sent to every family subordinate to the royal family, and soon, each family sent their powerhouses.
Lin Yao rushed back to the Lin family. He knew things were going to be bad, he ordered for the defensive formation to be set up, and he quickly went to the treasure house and wiped it clean. Yes, he would use the lives of the Lin family members as a distraction and escape. How could he stay here and wait for others to attack him?
He then went to the main hall in the room where his son's corpse was. He knew his son had some treasures that could save his life, especially now that he had nothing. He arrived at the room and went to take the ring from his son's hand. As he touched his son's hand, an invisible qi entered his body without his knowledge.
"Aaargh," Lin Yi suddenly shouted. He felt a terrible pain in his dantian. Something was being taken away, "Is the backlash starting?" he asked himself. His first thought for the unbearable pain he felt was the backlash, but how was this possible half a day had not ended.
He suddenly felt a life and death crisis, he had a hunch that the royal family did not kill his son, and the way his son died was about to happen to him, everything made sense now, how did the royal family take his son's cultivation base without him noticing? Now that he thinks about it, how did Lin Feng backlash his son? Surely not even an illusion master can do that.
It finally occurred to him that he was playing at someone else's palm from the beginning, but who? This was the last thought he had as he aged faster and resembled his son.
As Lin Yi's bones fell to the ground, a shiny orb floated from his body. Another orb floated from Lin Yao's body. These orbs disappeared from the room, their destination unknown.