Editor: Henyee Translations
Ding!
âCongratulations on obtaining a chance to synthesize your skills.â
Ye Li was stunned. Could it be that god-level skills were not the highest?
âCongratulations to the host for obtaining the divine-level genetic talent.â
Divine-level genetic talent?
Ye Li opened his hand and realized that the white spiritual energy was no longer there. Instead, it was replaced by a black demonic aura.
He thought that this should be the demonic aura he should have.
Without thinking too much, Ye Li began to synthesize the Heaven-Severing Sword, Heaven Sword Technique, and Heavenly Demon Fist.
âSynthesis begins:â
â10%⦠30%⦠60%⦠100%.â
âThe synthesis is successful. The three god-level skills have become the S-level skill, the Mysterious Heaven Overlord Demon Sword Technique.â
An S-level skill?
Ye Li thought that this was interesting.
âCongratulations to the host for becoming a tier 3 Sky Opener.â
The systemâs voice appeared in Ye Liâs mind again. His luck was simply unparalleled.
âCongratulations to the host for obtaining a Super Treasure Map.â
âWellâ¦â
Ye Li was dumbfounded. What kind of luck was this?
Without hesitation, Ye Li opened the super treasure map.
The coordinates appeared in Ye Liâs mind.
Qiong Ling had returned to the Qiong Qi Royal Family. He had to become stronger. Only then would he have enough strength to have Qiong Ling.
Then, Ye Li activated Swift Steps and headed towards the coordinates in his mind.
â¦
In the meantime, he asked the Apocalypse Legion to gather zombies again.
Ye Li arrived at a refugee gathering place. The refugee gathering place was filled with refugees from various places, who were rejected by base cities.
The refugee gathering place was much more terrifying than the base city. There were no laws here but only the law of the jungle. Every day, people would lose their lives fighting for food here.
As soon as Ye Li arrived at the street of the refugee gathering place, he realized that many people were looking at him with ill intentions. Perhaps they thought that he, Ye Li, was a rich man.
To Ye Liâs anger, the coordinates in Ye Liâs mind disappeared again.
âStupid girl, how dare you steal my wallet? Iâll beat you to death!â
A middle-aged strong man was raising his hand, preparing to slap a little girlâs face.
The little girlâs dirty face was filled with shock. This was the so-called despair.
Ye Li walked to the middle-aged manâs side. Perhaps sensing Ye Liâs unique aura, he didnât slap the little girlâs face but sized Ye Li up.
âYou, youâre not from the refugee gathering place, right?â The middle-aged man said to Ye Li.
âMove aside,â Ye Li said slowly.
The middle-aged man was stunned. He thought to himself that this hothead must have a lot of money. How dare he still be so arrogant in the refugee gathering place? He was really courting death.
âBrat, Iâm from Phantom,â the middle-aged man said to Ye Li proudly.
Ye Liâs face was as calm as water as he looked at the middle-aged man indifferently.
âIf you donât move, youâre going to die.â
âWhat?â
The middle-aged man was shocked. He never thought that Ye Li would say such words.
âBrat, youâre playing with fire. You knowâ¦â
The middle-aged man did not finish his sentence, but he could never finish it. There was already a shocking bloody hole on his forehead.
âThe dignity of a demon cannot be trampled on,â Ye Li said slowly.
Ye Li continued to walk forward.
The refugees on the street were dumbfounded. They did not notice what was going on at all. How did this middle-aged man die?
They wondered if it was Ye Li who did it.
One had to know that the middle-aged man was Phantomâs man!