Everything returned to silence. Lin Qi's body swayed violently, his mouth full of the taste of blood, his vision a sheet of crimson that showed him nothing. An indescribably enormous sound kept echoing in his ears—a thunderous roar so violent it felt as though his brain matter were boiling.
He vigorously wiped the blood from his eyes and looked around. His vast number of subordinates were sprawled miserably across the ground, coughing up blood without stop. Even experts like Long Yan were lying on the ground, twitching and struggling painfully.
The powerful elemental Great Titans clutched their heads and rolled about on the ground, groaning in agony as their massive bodies made the earth hum and tremble.
The dragon barrier had been blasted apart. Nearly ten thousand wyverns had fallen miserably to the ground, lying there spread-eagled in all sorts of bizarre positions. The armor on the dwarf warriors around the estate had been shattered to pieces by the shockwave, and they sat slumped all over the ground, vomiting blood again and again, unable to move.
Dwarves were short, broad-waisted, and thus had low centers of gravity and sturdy footing. It was not easy to knock them over.
After coughing heavily twice, Lin Qi spat out a black clot of blood. Swaying unsteadily, he walked over to Blackbeard, who had been blasted nearly a hundred meters away by that roar, and poured two bottles of emergency medicine personally concocted by Osmanthus Tree into his mouth.
Blackbeard coughed, thick blood spraying continuously from his nostrils and mouth. He gripped his heavy cleaver tightly and roared furiously before even opening his eyes. "Those old bastards, those old bastards! Sure enough, every one of them is more formidable than the last!"
"Take everyone and withdraw. This isn't someone numbers can handle!" Lin Qi's