Lin Qi watched the demigods and mithril warriors tangled together, tearing and rolling about like toughs brawling in a marketplace alley, and could not help laughing. These mithril warriors were absurdly formidable. Although their offensive power was somewhat lacking by comparison, their defenses were truly astonishing.
Over a hundred Church demigods had actually been dragged into a state where they could not even move. If word of this got out, the entire Western Continent would likely be shaken. Lin Qi had no idea how the Church would resolve such an embarrassment. At any rate, he could not think of any particularly good way to deal with these terrifying mithril warriors.
Perhaps only pure, absolute physical force could break through their defenses in an instant?
Nodding to himself, Lin Qi thought of Xuan Lan. Once Xuan Lan grew into a true Frost Giant, perhaps he would possess such power. Frost Giants possessed boundless strength. Even if these mithril warriors had the power of half-dragons, Xuan Lan, once grown, would be a freak capable of contending with true ancient dragons. He could tear these mithril warriors apart with ease.
Or perhaps Barrel had hope as well. After all, due to the power of the divine source, Barrel had awakened the bloodline of the ancient giants. Moreover, the massive hammer in his hand was a semi-divine artifact forged through the secret arts of the dwarven race. His attack power could also smash these mithril warriors into iron pancakes.
Silently rising to his feet, Lin Qi swiftly sprinted in the direction Ais Te had gone.
Two days ago, all the battle energy within Lin Qi's body had transformed into law-rune imprints branded across every part of his body. Now, his body was still absorbing earth elements and fresh water elements to restore its strength.