Chapter 359: A Certain Unnamed Person Surnamed Xie

Seeing that the Death Sacrifice Curse had been successfully cast, Ye Lin stretched and looked at the Skin Corpse King with a smile.

"Are you ready? I'm starting now."

Even though he was very confident in his own defenses, the Skin Corpse King still braced himself; after all, the opponent he was facing possessed an Ancient Origin Artifact!

But just as he thought Ye Lin was about to unleash some world-destroying ultimate move again, Ye Lin gripped the Emperor Gold Spear in reverse and slashed his own throat.

In an instant, a stinging pain struck the Skin Corpse King's neck, while a certain big shot far away in the capital felt as if a glob of old phlegm were stuck in his throat.

The Skin Corpse King clutched his neck, his scarlet eyes filled with disbelief, and gradually, a trace of fear emerged.

"This is... a causality-type curse?!"

In the eyes of the Skin Corpse King, this curse was simple, even bordering on crudely made.

It was nothing more than Ye Lin being the cause and him being the effect; when Ye Lin was injured, he would be injured as well, and the injuries he sustained would be much lighter than Ye Lin's.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of curse skill was pure trash, the kind that even a stray dog would turn its nose up at.

Trading one's own life to give the enemy a scratch—wasn't that just like An Lushan entering Chang'an City, a total disaster?

But the crux of the problem was that this kid had an immortal body!

If he had one life and you just got a scratch, what about his ten lives, a hundred lives, a thousand lives?

This was exploiting a bug!

More importantly, he couldn't break a causality-type curse!

Because both he and Ye Lin were caught within the causal relationship; only if someone else intervened could he break this causality-type curse.

Thinking of this, the Skin Corpse King lost all will to fight. He let out a corpse roar, and the skin corpses within the Millennium City heard their king's summons and immediately swarmed toward his location.

"Forbidden Spell: Undead Return to the Realm!"

Ghostly green undead flames rose up, and countless undead creatures crawled out from the depths of hell, sealing off the surroundings to form a formidable barrier.

There were many incoming skin corpses, but there were even more fearless undead creatures; they formed a wall of skeletons, forcibly blocking the charge of the skin corpses.

"Don't be a coward. You've already died once, so why are you still afraid of death?"

Ye Lin bared his white teeth, then plunged the Emperor Gold Spear directly into his own forehead.

A sharp pain shot through the Skin Corpse King's head.

"Madman! You madman!"

A flicker of panic appeared in the depths of the Skin Corpse King's eyes. Even if this guy had an immortal body, did he not even have a sense of pain?

Even with an immortal body, he had never imagined that a human could actually use their own body as a tool.

"You are afraid, and I am happy about that, but I don't like your attitude."

Ye Lin, with the Emperor Gold Spear sticking out of his head, sighed with regret.

"In that case..."

"Disintegration Technique."

"Disintegration Technique!"

"Disintegration Technique!!"

"Disintegration Technique!!!"

Ye Lin's body could be seen constantly dissipating and reforming, as if he were undergoing a cycle of reincarnation right on the spot.

And as he gathered and dispersed time after time, the Skin Corpse King felt an indescribable, intense pain radiating from every inch of his skin.

This intense pain acted directly upon his original human skin, and the surface of the Human Emperor Flag provided no defensive effect whatsoever.

"Stop it right now!"

The Skin Corpse King let out a violent shout, but Ye Lin ignored him entirely, continuing to repeat the disintegration process as he pleased. Dying four times every three seconds—this ultra-high frequency of death caused the Skin Corpse King's aura to weaken visibly to the naked eye.

Meanwhile, a certain unnamed person surnamed Xie, far away in the capital, had been sitting upright in his study.

The next second, he suddenly felt the world go black and fell under his desk with a loud crash.

The person surnamed Xie regained his senses, terrified. After checking his body, he discovered that he had been cursed without even knowing it!

He lay under the desk and let out a roar of panic.

"Quick, go invite a curse master!"

At the same time, Ye Lin, who was in the Demon Realm, did not hold back at all. He was playing the role of a suicide bomber, and in less than ten minutes, he had already died thousands of times.

Not far away, the Skin Corpse King was already so weak that he was staggering just from standing, yet he couldn't even attack Ye Lin!

At this moment, Ye Lin was like someone wearing Sunfire Cape, Thornmail, and Liandry's—hitting him was equivalent to hitting oneself.

If this continued, he was afraid he would truly be worn down to death!

A flash of fear crossed the Skin Corpse King's eyes. He then seized a gap in Ye Lin's disintegration; his features gradually distorted, his withered body became plump, and in the end, he actually transformed completely into the likeness of Xia Qinglan.

"Brother Ye Lin... do you really want to kill me?"

Xia Qinglan looked at Ye Lin pitifully, tears swirling in her reddened eyes. She bit her red lip gently and just watched Ye Lin quietly.

Ye Lin finally stopped his disintegration and stared blankly at Xia Qinglan.

"Is it you? You're still alive? Weren't you eaten by the Skin Corpse King?"

Ye Lin's face was filled with disbelief. He walked toward Xia Qinglan step by step, trembling as he reached out his hands to cup her small face.

The warm touch filled Ye Lin's eyes with joy.

"Great! That's great! You're still alive! I was actually planning to use that move to bring you back to life!"

"Which move?" Xia Qinglan asked curiously, looking at Ye Lin.

"Resurrect, my love..."

Ye Lin had only recited half of it when Xia Qinglan felt so awkward that she got goosebumps all over; she hurriedly reached out to cover Ye Lin's mouth.

"Brother Ye Lin, don't recite it anymore. I have felt your intentions!"

"No, you haven't felt them thoroughly enough."

Seeing that Xia Qinglan dared to interrupt his spellcasting, Ye Lin exerted force with both hands and, with a *crack*, twisted her head right off.

Xia Qinglan's face was filled with disbelief, as if she hadn't expected that the man who had been speaking so tenderly a second ago would perform a decapitation act on her the next.

Afterwards, her expression suddenly turned ferocious, and the delicate young girl transformed back into the appearance of the Skin Corpse King.

"How did you see through it?" the Skin Corpse King asked with venomous resentment.

Ye Lin kicked the Skin Corpse King's head away and retorted.

"Did you forget? She doesn't know my name is Ye Lin; she should call me, Xie Hong."