The power of the Apocalypse Gray Knights also belonged to the death lineage—the most fundamental power of death, one of utter annihilation. Before the Nine-Tailed Wraith could unleash her strongest attack, after causing Lin Qi and the others only the slightest mental disturbance, she was cut down in a single strike by Kelong Eighteen and his subordinates. Gray sword-light tore apart her body, and then a beam of light shot from Lin Qi's palm, sucking in every fragment of the wraith.
"What a generous and magnanimous God Lord! The soul power of such a gigantic wraith is enough for me to create dozens of dragon souls at the level of lower god generals!" Dragon Cliff laughed heartily. The golden thundercloud above his head churned violently, and countless dragons hidden within it, circling and dancing, let out earth-shaking roars in unison.
"What am I seeing?" It was as if Si Tesei had only just noticed the Apocalypse Knights. She stared blankly at Kelong Eighteen and the gray knights standing beside him. After a long while, she fiercely clawed at her forehead. "Apocalypse... Apocalypse Knights. But you should all have been destroyed... the Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse? I once led the Death Legion in an assault on the Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse."
Kelong Eighteen raised his head and looked coldly, mercilessly at Si Tesei. "Gods must be thoroughly purged. Colonial Legion, Indigenous Management Regulations, Article One: any... resistance must be... destroyed. There shall be no more chance to surrender."
Si Tesei lowered her head as well, staring fixedly at Kelong Eighteen, whose eyes shone with bright gray light. "Indigenous? I hate that word. We are the noble Ashir Divine Clan... Strange, what race is the Ashir Divine Clan? It seems... I ought to destroy them? But I should destroy you