I learned how to slay gods in a mental hospital. Chapter 1257: This Can't Be Blamed On Me

Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat as he turned back to look at Hodr, and spoke helplessly: "My prophecy art could only barely sense her location from the very beginning. Finding the Underworld was already my limit. Even if you ask me to prophesize now, the accuracy rate is extremely low, not to mention I can only perform a prophecy once a day..." Boom, boom, boom—!! Successive explosive roars came…