Yan Chixing's knee was crushed beneath the stomp. The pain made him spit out the strip of cloth stuffed in his mouth, and he began to shriek hoarsely.
Alsa looked at Yan Chixing mockingly and shook his head in contempt. Such self-righteous humans—what meaning was there in their lives besides serving as demon fodder? Of course, if all humans were fools like this, what a wonderful thing that would be!
But unfortunately, Alsa cast Lin Qi a fearful glance. How could humans possess an existence even more terrifying than demons?
Heavy footsteps rang out as several hundred swordsmen clad in heavy armor strode over. A foot-thick magical halo swirled around their armor. Every suit was high-grade magical armor, permanently imbued with the highly defensive Earth's Protection magical barrier and the Wings of the Wind God spell formation that enhanced speed and agility.
The armor itself was over an inch thick, forged from precious metals such as refined gold, mithril, red copper, and black iron. It was extraordinarily defensive, but also immensely heavy. Yet with the aid of the Wings of the Wind God magic, these swordsmen—each at least Saint-ranked—moved as nimbly as a breeze when they ran. Only their resounding footsteps were a little terrifying.
"Release Young Master Yan!" A lower-stage demigod swordsman radiating icy chill all over, clearly a cultivator of frost-attributed battle qi, stepped out from the crowd and viciously pointed his dark green longsword, wreathed in countless ice crystals, at Lin Qi.
Lin Qi snorted coldly and flicked a finger. The air rippled violently. With a thunderous BANG, a visible white mass of air shrieked forth and smashed viciously into the demigod swordsman's chest. A dignified demigod was sent flying by a single blow. The armor over his chest shattered inch by inch, half his chest exploded,