"Lin Qi, you brat!" Lin Haiyuan cried out in anguish and spat a mouthful of blood. Those people who had been killed were all elites of their clan! Several of them were even Lin Haiyuan's direct descendants, his favored children whom he cherished as dearly as his own heart and flesh!
Yet this single fireball from Lin Qi had killed them all!
Lin Haiyuan's vision went black with grief, but his body instinctively rolled across the ground. That deadly fireball had already shot before him. If he had not rolled quickly enough, it would have blasted a transparent hole through his chest—Lin Haiyuan had already sensed the fireball's power. It was a terrifying force capable of effortlessly wiping him out!
The problem was that Lin Haiyuan had sensed Lin Qi's aura. The aura he emitted was only a little stronger than that of an ordinary person, roughly at the level of a lower-rank warrior beneath the Human Realm. With strength this weak, how could he possibly unleash an attack of such astonishing power?
The fireball nearly grazed Lin Haiyuan's shoulder as it shot past, landing less than a hundred meters behind him.
The fist-sized fireball exploded with a thunderous boom, and a mass of azure-blue flames blanketed dozens of miles around. The terrifying heat instantly vaporized every member of the branch clans apart from Lin Haiyuan, Lin Qingyue, and Lin Yading. No matter how powerful the defensive holy artifacts they brought out were, their bodies melted into the azure flames in an instant.
The azure flames formed a huge mushroom cloud that slowly drifted upward, carrying a trace of otherworldly serenity.
The wingfolk had already taken to the air when Lin Qi attacked. Perhaps only three to five thousand two-winged wingfolk were reduced to nothing in the fireball's eruption; the