Zhao Han’s heart was pounding, Godly Realm!

Once you enter the Fuyao Secret Realm, the Godly Realm will become a terrifying existence that can crush everything, and no one can compete with it!

He suppressed the shock in his heart and stared at Lin Qingyu.

"Why...are you helping me?"

Lin Qingyu smiled slightly, but his tone was icy cold.

"Because Li Lingge...must die!"

After hearing this, Zhao Han understood that Li Lingge's appearance would definitely affect more than just him.

Therefore, he is not the only one who wants Li Lingge dead.

With this in mind, he relaxed a little.

However, he soon thought of a problem.

"A puppet of the Divine Lord Realm cannot be brought into the Fuyao Secret Realm at all."

Lin Qingyu came prepared, so how could he not have thought of this problem.

With a light stroke of his fingertips, a drop of blood floated in the air and turned into a scarlet rune.

"So, you need to be patient."

"What?"

Before Zhao Han could react, a cold smile appeared on Lin Qingyu's lips.

He flicked his fingertips, and the drop of blood instantly turned into thousands of blood threads, wrapping around the puppet at the Godly Realm.

boom!

The puppet's eyes suddenly lit up, and in the depths of its dark pupils, it seemed as if countless wronged souls were howling.

It slowly raised its arm, spread its five fingers, and a terrifying suction force burst out, pulling Zhao Han's body over uncontrollably!

“Uhh—”

Zhao Han's chest suddenly caved in, and the puppet's palm directly penetrated his flesh, but no blood flowed out. Instead, it was like melted black iron, slowly seeping into his body!

Snap! Snap!

The sounds of bones breaking and reforming rang out one after another. Zhao Han's skin cracked inch by inch, and dark golden runes crawled all over his body like living things.

His pupils contracted violently, the whites of his eyes were eroded by black, and eventually turned into an abyss of darkness.

“Ahhhh—”

Severe pain swept through his body like a tide. Zhao Han fell to his knees, his hands clenched into the ground, and the rocks shattered like tofu under his fingers.

An inhuman roar came from his throat, mixed with the low roar of the puppet, as if two consciousnesses were tearing each other apart frantically!

Lin Qingyu watched coldly, pinched his fingers again, and shouted softly.

"The spirit returns to its place, and the puppet takes over!"

boom!

The puppet's body completely turned into black mist and rushed into Zhao Han's body frantically.

Zhao Han suddenly looked up, his face pale, without a trace of blood.

Beads of sweat slid down his forehead one by one.

He could clearly feel a powerful force surging into his body, but his cultivation level did not change at all.

"What did you do to me?"

Lin Qingyu spoke slowly with a calm expression.

"If you want to bring this puppet into the Fuyao Secret Realm, you will naturally have to pay a price."

He looked Zhao Han up and down and nodded with satisfaction.

"Only by allowing this puppet to merge with you can you temporarily suppress his power and then bring him into the Fuyao Secret Realm."

"You want to control me?!"

How could Zhao Han not understand what it meant to let a puppet merge with his body? If the other party did anything to the puppet, his body would most likely be affected by the puppet.

He stood up slowly, with a suffocating pressure lingering around him. The ground beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, and even the air was distorted by his breath!

Feeling the power belonging to the Godly Realm in his body, his pupils couldn't help but shrink, and he was obviously a little surprised.

Lin Qingyu's voice was as cold as ice, yet it also contained a hint of temptation.

"Isn't this power very strong? Only with this can you kill Li Lingge."

He walked up to Zhao Han and continued speaking into Zhao Han's ear.

"Li Lingge made him lose his position as the leader of the New Members Recruitment Conference and snatched away all the glory that was originally yours. Don't you want to trample him under your feet and ravage him at will?"

A strange arc appeared at the corner of Zhao Han's mouth, and blood was reflected in his dark pupils.

"Li Lingge... This time, I will tear you apart with my own hands!"