Bilibili's scimitar was coated with deadly poison, a mineral toxin that acted with terrifying speed.
The scimitar pierced the body, and the toxin contaminated the blood, racing through the veins to spread across the entire body. The wounded moon elf had only just swung his blade when his vision went black. Before he could even pull out an antidote and drink it, he crashed heavily to the ground.
Bilibili grinned smugly, his eyes gleaming as he prepared to leap down from the city wall and reap the moon elf's life. To a demon, killing an elf—especially one like a moon elf, whose bloodline was supremely noble—was something worth boasting about for a lifetime.
What was more, this moon elf wore a set of divine wood armor, and his scimitar had actually been forged from pure gold essence! That scimitar alone was worth millions of gold coins. For a greedy demon, killing an enemy and plundering the spoils was simply irresistible.
But before Bilibili could jump down from the wall, Lin Qi suddenly cried out in pain.
His entire fist burst into flames. Green fire coiled around it, burning his fist until it was nearly green and translucent. Dense green ripples surrounded Lin Qi's body. Like a lighthouse, he released an intense aura of nature into the abyssal world—an aura that absolutely should not have existed in this godforsaken place, one strong enough for many interested parties to pinpoint his exact location.
Still without the slightest sound of footsteps, more than twenty moon elves clad in divine wood armor, their faces weathered by wind and frost, strode onto the Rainbow Bridge outside the east gate. Like a gust of fresh wind, they drifted to the injured moon elf lying on the ground. One female elf took out a vial and poured