"The inherited artifact of the Many-Armed Secret Devil Race truly is far more formidable than all those jumbled-up divine artifacts of theirs!" The Osmanthus Tree sighed faintly. "If the true spirit of the Ninefold Secret Devil Tower had not already been destroyed, leaving those Many-Armed Secret Devil Race members unable to control this tower, and if they had not needed to rely on absorbing immense faith power to nourish the things inside it, we really would have found it hard to steal it away!"
Lin Qi nodded slowly. Narrowing his eyes, he continuously mobilized the power of the four great elements within his body, assisting the Osmanthus Tree and the others in attacking the Ninefold Secret Devil Tower.
Unable to control it, and needing to absorb immense faith power to nourish certain strange things within the Secret Devil Tower—it was no wonder the tower had been placed in the core heartland of the Miro Divine Cult. If the Osmanthus Tree and the others had not joined forces, then with their true bodies severely damaged and their strength not yet fully restored, they probably would not have had the power to deal with this bizarre Secret Devil Tower.
Days passed one after another, and Lin Qi had no time at all to concern himself with what was happening outside. His body would occasionally shudder, after which he would spray a mouthful of blood far into the distance. Yet every so often, an Apocalypse Gray Knight would enter and present Lin Qi with a large quantity of blood essence extracted from dragon blood for him to consume, replenishing the losses caused by his constant vomiting of blood.
Everything related to Lin Qi outside continued developing in orderly fashion. The Dragon Mountain Empire's army was rapidly expanding at a rate that left people