Everyone changed into black cloaks. Led by Lin Qi, the vast procession filed out of the teleportation array. Several elderly men lounging in the small village immediately came forward, barring Lin Qi's path with extreme vigilance. One white-haired old man sternly demanded, "In the name of the supreme Lord of Dawn, what are you doing here at the sacred Holy Mountain?"
Lin Qi gave a cold snort. He merely let out a faint trace of divine might, and the elders' faces drained of color as they staggered back again and again. They dropped to their knees in awe, their foreheads pressed tightly against the snow-covered ground. In a most godlike manner, Lin Qi chanted softly, "Humble mortals, followers of my race, do not question any action of the gods. Your duty is obedience and faith."
After rambling on with a few unfathomably profound words that even Lin Qi himself found rather inexplicable, he proceeded toward the entrance of Holy Mountain with seemingly slow, square strides that actually covered hundreds of meters each, the enormous crowd following behind him. This time, he intended not only to sweep away every divine office belonging to Scarlet Wrath and Roaring Thunder's High-God, mid-level secondary gods, and subordinate gods—even their tens of thousands of low-level divine servant offices would not be spared.
Tens of thousands of low-level gods—thrown into a war among the gods, such a force would be pitifully weak, capable of being wiped out with a single slap from a high-ranking god. But on a battlefield in the secular world, any low-level god was an invincible existence. With these low-level divine servants stationed in the Dragon Mountain Empire, whatever retaliation might come from the Fallen God Temple or the elves, Lin Qi would treat it as nothing but boastful nonsense and a joke.