Only Lin Qi saw the four Tiger Guards surge like a storm onto several high-rises hundreds of meters away, casually striking them down. Streams of blood sprayed out as nearly a hundred slender elves flew into the air, blood gushing from all over their bodies. The instant the four Tiger Guards struck with their palms, they drew their weapons and launched at least several thousand attacks at those elves.
Every move was perfectly judged, not a shred of strength wasted. Each one severed an artery or pierced a vital weak point. Every elf suffered dozens of fatal wounds in an instant, and life immediately fled their bodies.
The berserk assault was like thunder in a rainstorm, yet it fell silently, like spring breeze turning into rain.
The corner of Lin Qi's eye twitched violently. His current strength far surpassed that of these Tiger Guards, but he could not kill with such seeming nonchalance—without the slightest trace of violence—while unleashing a berserk force like thunder.
If he attacked as these Tiger Guards had, those elves would have long since been blasted into powder. This showed that every one of these Tiger Guards was a supreme master tempered a thousand times over, a terrifying being who had attained absolute control over their own power.
Worthy indeed of the Tiger Guards, of whom there were barely a thousand in the entire Tiger Clan. They were too formidable—truly too formidable! Watching the way they killed gave Lin Qi the bizarre aesthetic pleasure of watching a huge bear wielding a great iron hammer to embroider atop the tip of a needle. It was beautiful beyond all reason.
"Don't envy them. These people entered the second stage of transformation at least several thousand years ago. They have achieved perfect control over every strand of muscle in