Within his sea of qi, thunderbolts filled the sky, dancing wildly. Osmanthus Tree's devouring of several divine artifacts had reached its final stage. The Shield of Victory and the lightning-wreathed spear were both left with only their final cores, still putting up a desperate struggle. After devouring these two divine artifacts, every leaf of Osmanthus Tree contained incomparably vast power of thunder.
Osmanthus Tree had stored away this terrifyingly destructive thunder power. What had struck Lin Bule just now was only an extremely small portion of that immense thunder force. But it had, after all, come from a top-grade divine artifact. Condensed and amplified by Osmanthus Tree, that bolt's power was astonishing. Had Lin Qi not deliberately told it to hold back, Lin Bule would long since have been blasted into a lump of charred coal.
A quarter-hour later, the furious roar of an old man rang out from within a grand estate beneath a mountain on this great island.
Meanwhile, Lin Qi had followed Lin Sanxiao up the cliff and ridden a massive snow-white bird to a tranquil valley more than two hundred li away. Dense woods surrounded the valley, and exquisitely crafted wooden buildings had been built amid the towering ancient trees. Some of these buildings appeared ancient beyond measure, yet immensely powerful magic arrays protected them, keeping them intact through the long passage of years.
There were at least a hundred thousand such exquisite buildings in the enormous valley. Even if each wooden building housed only one person, there would still be a hundred thousand members of the Lin Hu Clan stationed here. Yet Lin Qi saw people constantly entering and leaving many of the buildings. There was clearly far more than one person in each.
Lin Sanxiao led Lin Qi deeper into the valley along a