Several million elves who had invaded the Western Continent simultaneously dropped to their knees. Those who worshipped gods from other Elven Pantheons merely felt sourness welling up in their hearts and a blockage in their throats. But those who believed in the Sun Elf lineage of gods, who took sunlight and life as their foremost faiths, began howling and sobbing uncontrollably.
Especially the royalty and nobles among the Sun Elves. One after another, their entire bodies convulsed as they collapsed to the ground, snot and tears gushing out like springs. Their eyes reddened, and they wailed like dying stray dogs, as though their parents had just died. Their souls were in excruciating pain; the sacrificial divine runes constructed within their souls through elf secret arts were collapsing. A great many of their souls were instantly wiped clean.
Among all divine clans, the gods of the elf race might have controlled their believers' faith in the harshest and most twisted fashion. Elf secret arts allowed them to construct within their own souls sacrificial divine runes corresponding to specific gods. These were mobile altars carried everywhere. Every day, every hour, every moment, elves praised their gods with elegant and beautiful words.
Amid the elves' praises, vast amounts of faith power were directly harvested by those lofty elf gods through the sacrificial divine runes.
But now, Lin Qi had wiped out seven High-Gods of the Elf Divine Clan in one stroke. The followers of those seven High-Gods numbered at least a hundred million. Their deaths directly caused the sacrificial divine runes of those hundred million believers to collapse completely, their souls breaking apart in turn. Tens of millions of elf believers suffered grievous injuries to their souls and became idiots the instant those gods were slain.
The elves wept as rain poured down.