Within his soul sea, a purple figure thousands of meters tall was wreathed in surging violet aura. At the core of that enormous figure, a tiny earth-yellow rune several times smaller than a sesame seed, stained with a trace of purple, flickered faintly. This rune represented the power of law evolved from the core law of the earth element—gravity.
Lin Qi had not used much strength. To be honest, he had probably used only the tiniest, most negligible shred of power equivalent to the lower Heaven rank.
But magic cast at the demigod realm through a law rune engraved upon the very source of one's soul was far, far more powerful than Lin Qi had imagined. With that Gallic officer at its center, the ground within a hundred-meter radius suddenly shuddered. An invisible force blanketed the circular area. The earth let out a strange groan, and then, with a CRACK, the ground sank more than ten meters.
The solid ground caved in, while soil and stone were tightly crushed into a mass by a terrifying immense force. The circular depression, a hundred meters in radius, was smooth as a mirror, nearly clear enough to reflect people's silhouettes. All the Gallic soldiers lay sprawled upon the ground, pressed beneath a colossal force weighing several thousand jin. They lay flat and could not move so much as a finger. In just a little while, they would be crushed to death alive.
Lin Qi swallowed with difficulty. So this is the power of instant-cast magic, using demigod power after a law rune has been engraved into the source of the soul?
No wonder they said that beneath demigods, all were ants!
Lin Qi narrowed his eyes. With a casual wave, the sunken ground slowly swelled upward. Amid the rumbling of the earth, a