Lin Qi gave Sostet a long, deep look. A lower-tier, lower-rank god—and this was his own power, not strength gained through inheriting a divine office by means of a Divine Domain. Sostet's aura of power was fused seamlessly with his body, without the slightest discord.
Shaking his head, Lin Qi laughed. "If you go to the surface, you'll die! Since you're going to die anyway, you might as well die here!"
Before Sostet and the Soul Knights around him could react, Lin Qi had already stamped his foot viciously. The teleportation hall, over ten miles across, suddenly shuddered. Rings upon rings of red magical runes surged continuously from the ground, while hundreds of massive pillars of fire shrieked skyward from below.
The tens of thousands of clergy gathered within the teleportation temple let out shrill, miserable howls. No one knew how many were swept into the pillars of fire, turning instantly into wisps of green smoke that scattered away. Countless more had their bodies set ablaze, becoming human torches as they fled in all directions, constantly spreading the blazing flames—like Bone-Clinging Maggots—to others.
The flames Lin Qi had summoned were Undead Bone-Forging Ghostflame drawn directly from the Burial Ground. This was a primal power specially used in the Burial Ground to refine the essence of bones, temper skeleton warriors of every kind, and drive them to evolve without end—evolve swiftly, evolve to their limits. To skeleton monsters, this ghostfire was a rare treasure beyond their wildest hopes. To living creatures, it was an absolutely lethal and vicious thing.
Every cleric touched by the Bone-Forging Ghostflame had all the flesh and blood over their bodies incinerated in an instant. Yet their clothes remained completely unchanged. They were left as bare skeletons draped in their original divine robes, shrieking miserably as they