The Method to Defeat The Demons

Zhao Yan shook her head.

"Although there are many branches of prophecy, every branch has an end and is irreversible. You are now walking toward the sixth branch. This is a one-way path. You can only continue it. No matter what you do, the final outcome will only be the one mentioned in the prophecy."

"What bullsh*t prophecy? I don't buy that. A man from a hundred thousand years ago wants to decide my fate?"

Lin Qiye let out a low snort. The unyielding look in his eyes was evident, and the aura on his body erupted unconsciously.

Zhao Yan was stunned.

She recalled that when she parted ways with Lin Qiye, he had said that his fate was in his own hands.

Looking at him again, he was still firm and confident after knowing the outcome of his fate.

It made Zhao Yan suspicious. Could the prophecy really be broken?

However, this thought only lasted for a moment before a figure appeared in her mind to break it.