The Dragon Witch King beside him assumed the same stance, gripping several oddly shaped skull-headed potion bottles in both hands. Lin Qi and the Dragon Witch King glanced at each other, their eyes flashing at once. Both could not help wanting to have a proper contest and see whose potion was truly stronger. Naturally, each had his own confidence; both believed that the Godfall Potion they had concocted was the strongest.
Hu Xinzhu repeatedly flicked his folding fan, and layered mazes of light mirrors appeared before the eight charging female elves. Space twisted and folded, countless spatial layers intersecting to form an exceedingly dangerous maze trap. Had ordinary people entered the maze Hu Xinzhu created, they would either have lost themselves in endless minor dimensions or simply been ground to pieces by warped space.
Yet blue-white moonlight constantly flickered around the eight elven gods. Within the dimensional space created by the Moon Goddess, the power of moonlight stood above all other powers. Unless Hu Xinzhu's divine power could surpass that of the Moon Goddess, the laws of moonlight were invincible.
Layer after layer of light mirrors shattered, and warped minor dimensions broke apart one after another. The eight elven gods charged toward Lin Qi and the others with crisp, pleasant laughter, their weapons already rippling with vast sheets of enchanting moonlit shimmer.
Lin Qi and the Dragon Witch King hurled their potion bottles at the same time. Vast clouds of multicolored powder and mist hissed as they enveloped the eight elves like flowing nightmares. Wearing lofty, arrogant smiles, the elves fearlessly charged into the potions Lin Qi and the others had thrown—then a sudden scream rang out, and all eight elven gods staggered back in disarray.
The potions thrown by the Dragon Witch King were extraordinarily powerful. One was intensely