At the sight of him, Lin Qi wanted to laugh. This god radiated a terrifying baleful aura, yet his huge face and tiny eyes looked like two little black beans embedded in an ostrich egg. Lin Qi could not help wondering—could those tiny eyes even see what was in front of him?
Behind this god stood nearly a thousand heavily armored guards, their formation loose and scattered, their walking postures bizarrely varied, crooked and misshapen beyond all description. They had no formation whatsoever. A few of them even had their arms slung over each other's shoulders as they shouted noisily. To Lin Qi, they looked more like a band of bandits!
Yet these men likewise gave off an intimidating killing intent. Without question, they were battle-hardened elites who had fought through countless wars.
Like the few Chosen Ones behind Solder, the God of Souls, this huge, solid, heavy god—built like a lump of iron—was followed by several burly men with restrained expressions. They were truly hulking men, as large as barbarians, their muscles no different from those of beastmen. Each had a vicious, fiendish face, and the baleful aura around them had reached an extreme.
From far away, this god, who looked no different from a humanoid wild boar, was already shouting loudly. "Hahaha! If Mu Wei keeps talking nonsense, what can you do to her? Solder, Solder, long time no see! It's really been far too long! Hahaha! Do you know just how, how, how much I've missed you?"
The spiked club and great axe in his hands restlessly hammered at the ground, sending sparks flying in all directions. The dull impacts made people's eardrums ache, and even the ground trembled faintly. This crude, rough god strode up to Mu Wei, then bared his teeth and laughed at her.