A strange aura spread from within Lin Qi's body. The Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse simulated an energy barrier almost comparable to that of a high-ranking Wingfolk, enveloping Lin Qi and the others. The Wingfolk all avoided Lin Qi's group and instead charged madly at Lin Puxi and the clansmen he had brought with him.
More than a million two-winged Wingfolk beat their wings and soared up with shrieking cries, a spectacle enough to make one's scalp tingle.
Lin Puxi lightly swept his right hand forward, sending a black arc more than ten meters long shooting out without a sound. Once it had flown forth, the arc abruptly spread to both sides, stretching in the blink of an eye into a black crescent nearly ten thousand meters wide.
Countless Wingfolk crashed into that light arc, thin as a cicada's wing. Vast swathes of them were sliced into two and silently fell into the abyss. After their bodies had dropped several hundred meters, their energy cores suddenly exploded, blooming into dazzling white light in the air with deep, thunderous booms.
Lin Puxi's strike pierced through the entire Wingfolk formation, killing more than a hundred thousand two-winged Wingfolk in one blow. As those Wingfolk fell and self-destructed, great numbers of others were caught in the blasts. The chain-reaction explosions destroyed over half the Wingfolk, and in the end, only a scattered hundred-odd thousand two-winged Wingfolk reached the Tiger Clan members.
Although these Tiger Clan members who held real power were indeed far weaker than those of the main lineage's bloodline, they were still genuine demigods and Saint Masters. Every strike they threw carried a deep tiger's roar, every blow setting off vast bursts of air. Countless Wingfolk were smashed to pieces beneath their ferocious attacks.
From Lin Puxi making his move to