A demigod-level life mage!
Lin Qi's eyes widened in surprise. Life mages were exceedingly rare on the Western Continent, and were basically all clergy of the Temple of Life; life mages wandering freely outside were almost nonexistent. After all, life spells were far too effective. Even if one or two traveled abroad, they would be recruited by the nobles and leaders of major powers in every nation with lavish terms.
Not to mention a demigod-level life mage—such a person was practically the ultimate treasure for prolonging life, curing illnesses, and healing injuries!
An old man dressed in a crude coarse-cloth robe, thin and withered in appearance, slowly emerged from the shadows. A ring of lustrous green light encircled his body. He smiled and nodded at Lin Qi. "That old fellow Sode has a temper that stinks and is hard as stone, and he can basically be considered illiterate. He's not very likable. But we've worked together for so many years—we can't just stand by and watch him suffer a loss!"
Lin Qi glanced at Sode, the white-robed old man with the gloomy expression.
Sode, whose palm had just regenerated, brandished a dazzling longsword. Yet clearly, this sword was merely a high-grade sacred weapon. Lin Qi could not help widening his eyes. With the power of a demigod, a high-grade sacred weapon simply could not withstand the infusion of demigod power. What was this old man trying to do? Destroy this rare sharp weapon?
Then something that astonished Lin Qi happened. With a wave of Sode's hand, the high-grade sacred longsword floated at his side and slowly circled around him like a bird in flight. Then he drew out another eleven high-grade sacred longswords in varying styles. The twelve swords followed an exceedingly marvelous trajectory, forming an airtight net of swords