This triggered magic trap would activate the instant anyone passed through it. Lin Qi had bound twelve immensely powerful, wide-area demigod spell scrolls within it. These scrolls would not do much to true powerhouses, but they were exceptionally effective at obstructing the vast numbers of the Winged Folk Legion.
The group climbed upward at top speed. Along the way, Lin Qi and the others encountered several archangels whose bodies had suffered grievous wounds and were on the verge of losing control. These archangels were far more badly injured than the first one, and their strength had weakened to the point where Lin Qi could not even be bothered to fight them.
One of the archangels in particular had both arms and both legs mangled beyond recognition, yet it twisted after Lin Qi and the others like a crawling zombie, opening its huge mouth to tear them apart! Faced with such archangels, Lin Qi could not even be bothered to attack them. He simply grabbed them and hurled them off the cliff.
These terrifying creatures had largely lost their combat power, but if they self-destructed, they could still inflict enormous damage. Better leave them for the people behind to deal with! Lin Qi was rather curious—if Lin Puxi and Miao Xiangtian encountered these archangels, would they turn a blind eye, or would they kill them one by one?
If it was the latter, these archangels surely would not be polite with them.
They continued climbing, and gradually, Lin Qi saw the strange divine radiance flickering from Heaven Mountain's summit. Suddenly, the Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse let out a heavy sigh. "Aha, this is the place!"
Lin Qi stopped. This was a platform near the summit, roughly a hundred miles in circumference. Several corpses of strange creatures that still radiated powerful