"Your causal ability is very strong, but... I won't give you the chance to control me." As An Qingyu finished speaking, his figure suddenly flashed and disappeared in the air at an incredibly fast speed.

The two artificial gods were fighting fiercely on both sides of Lin Qiye, with dense lightning bursting out one after another. They did not fight him head-on, but instead took over as the other one after finishing a set of attacks. They advanced and retreated in perfect harmony without any delay.

At this moment, Lin Qiye felt like he was stuck in a quagmire, and every move he made was extremely difficult.

Of course he could see that the purpose of these two artificial gods was to drain his strength. Now that his blood had been drained, this fighting state would definitely not last too long. As long as he eventually collapsed due to exhaustion, his causal ability would naturally not be a problem.

While Lin Qiye was dealing with the war of words between the two artificial gods, his brain was working rapidly, thinking about whether there was any way to break the deadlock.

At this moment, a thread of cause and effect on his body suddenly trembled!

Lin Qiye, who was in the battle, caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, and his eyes narrowed slightly as if he had thought of something...

Is it him?

Another thread of cause and effect stretched out from nothingness and became entangled with Lin Qiye's cause and effect.

At the same time, a calm voice echoed in Lin Qiye's ears:

"because."

Lin Qiye spoke in his heart:

"Why are you here if you don't go to support the border?"

In this world, only Monk Fate and he can mobilize cause and effect. At this moment, the voice of Fate can be directly transmitted to Lin Qiye's ears through the thread of cause and effect, which means that he is not far from here.

"One more or one less of me at the border won't make much difference... and compared to the casualties caused by the border being breached, your life is more important." The fatalistic monk's tone still did not show any emotion.

Lin Qiye glanced at the two man-made gods around him, as well as An Qingyu in the distance, and replied in a deep voice:

"There are two main god-level fighters here, and an unfathomable An Qingyu... Even if you come, it won't be of any use."

"Not necessarily." The monk of fate said calmly, "As long as I die, [Unprovoked Cause] and [Predetermined Result] will be reintegrated, and you will become the God of Cause and Effect, and take a step into the half-step supreme realm.

By then, the two artificial gods plus An Qingyu will not be able to leave Daxia alive."

Lin Qiye shook his head decisively.

"It's useless. An Qingyu was able to leave by using his clone. Since he dared to enter Daxia alone, he must have left a clone somewhere else as a backup.

Even if we kill him here, he can still be reborn somewhere else intact, and your death will be meaningless.

Do you think it's worth using your life to exchange for two man-made gods?"

The fateful monk was silent for a moment.

"not worth."

A lightning spear grazes Lin Qiye's cheek, leaving a scarlet blood mark.

Lin Qiye held two swords in his hands, and his feet seemed a little unsteady. He frowned and looked at the two artificial gods in front of him, his vision gradually blurring.

Due to blood loss and the high-intensity fighting, his body was already reaching its limit.

He glanced at An Qingyu in the distance, his eyes narrowed slightly.

After a long time, he spoke again in his heart:

"Actually, there is another solution."

Lin Lin Qiye did not say the content of this plan, but Monk Su Ming was silent for a moment, and then spoke with some resistance:

"It's too risky."

"It's risky, but it's an opportunity... a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

The Fateful Monk did not answer, as if he was lost in thought, or calculating the probability of success... But for Lin Qiye, he no longer had time to wait patiently for the results.

Lin Qiye weakly supported his body with the scabbard and barely stood on the ground. His eyes were fixed in front of him. The two man-made gods were still looking at him expressionlessly.

An Qingyu, wearing a black robe, slowly emerged not far away, his grey eyes staring at Lin Qiye, as if analyzing something.

After a moment, he spoke calmly:

"Give up struggling. This body has reached its limit... You can't even move normally, let alone use the Forbidden Ruins."

Lin Qiye was about to say something when several dark shadows suddenly flew out from the thick fog behind him!

These figures were wearing black cloaks, their faces were shrouded in the shadows of the hoods, and their bodies were incredibly fast. They quickly cut through the thick fog and stood in front of Lin Qiye like a wall!

"Report to the commander-in-chief! The [Psychic] team is coming to support!"

A young voice came from under one of the black cloaks, and several mental power fluctuations burst out at the same time, colliding with the three main god-level auras without fear.

Seeing this, Lin Qiye's face darkened.

"Yuan Wenling! What are you doing here?!"

The young man who spoke was the current acting captain of the [Psychic] team and the last owner of the [Psychic] Forbidden Ruins in the world, Yuan Wenling.

Four years ago, in order to resist the gods of the K-series, Wu Laogou teamed up with Hu Jia to be promoted to the God of the Heart. After that, [The Medium] was represented by Yuan Wenling. After four years of running-in, the current [The Medium] is not as strong as when the human ceiling was in charge, but it is enough as a special team.

Hearing Lin Qiye's question, Yuan Wenling was slightly stunned and explained:

"We were originally tasked to investigate this thick fog, but we got lost in it. After turning around for several times, we discovered that there was a battle here, and only then did we find this place..."

"Let's go!" Lin Qiye interrupted him directly, "This is not the place for you to come."

In front of three god-level fighters, what's the difference between the appearance of the [Medium] team and committing suicide?

Yuan Wenling opened his mouth to say something when a bolt of lightning suddenly struck in front of the [Medium], and Yu Er's figure appeared, and a terrifying pressure suddenly hit Yuan Wenling's shoulder!

Yuan Wenling's pupils suddenly contracted, but even so, he gritted his teeth, straightened his back, and stood in front of Lin Qiye.

"In the blink of an eye, the captain of the [Psychic] has changed three generations." An Qingyu's voice sounded slowly, "Commander Lin... Do you want the existence of this team to become history?"

When Yuan Wenling heard this, he flew into a rage. Several figures in black cloaks attacked Yu Er at the same time, but the latter was too fast and none of the attacks could land on him.

At the same time, another figure appeared in the thick fog.

The fateful monk, wearing a muddy cassock, glanced at the [Psychic] team that was fighting Yu Er, then turned to look at Lin Qiye who was not far away.

Lin Qiye also noticed his arrival, and their eyes quickly met.

In silence, Monk Fate nodded to him imperceptibly.