Within the Wingfolk Forbidden Region, inside Sky Castle, Lin Qi sat atop the city wall, chin propped in both hands as he watched the castle descend into chaos. Great bands of bald, wolfish, tiger-fierce men moved through the fortresses, searching complicated hidden passages and secret chambers, hauling out vast quantities of strange and curious objects.
Statues from the Destruction God Palace of the Miro Divine Cult, scriptures praising the gods of the Destruction lineage, and all manner of exquisite clothing and daily goods in the style of the Eastern Subcontinent. From time to time, dull impacts echoed from the fortresses' hidden passageways. Those were the sounds of Miao Xiangtian's dead warriors being discovered by Tiger Clan members, the two sides clashing.
The Miro Divine Cult's dead warriors were skilled in every sort of assassination technique, but in a face-to-face savage battle, how could they possibly match Tiger Clan members? One brutal charge from those fierce and valiant Tiger Clan warriors left the dead warriors with shattered bones and torn sinews, too badly injured to rise. The ruthless Tiger Clan fighters simply crippled their cultivation, bound them up like rice dumplings, and escorted them out of the hidden passages.
Tens of thousands of clan members from the five branch sects of Lin Haiyuan, Lin Qingyue, Lin Yading, Lin Nanxi, and Lin Limeng were driven to the center of the castle. All their weapons and other magical devices had been confiscated, and they squatted miserably on the ground with their hands clasped over their heads. Some of the more unruly clan members tried to rely on their status to reason with those rough-handed men.
But every one of those who tried to invoke their status and reason things out was beaten bloody on Lin Qi's orders, their bones broken until they could