The bald god's death throes shook all of Soldade. The enormous city was suddenly steeped in a dense air of grief and despair. Countless believers dropped to their knees, letting out hoarse, heart-rending wails.
Just as when Lin Qi had slain Sostet, the moment the bald god was killed, dozens of immense and furiously enraged wills tore through the air from an extreme distance, shrouding Soldade. Lin Qi looked up at the sky and smiled faintly, casually thrusting a finger into Soldade. His vast essence, energy, and spirit, along with his divine soul split into two halves, were devoured completely. Soldade turned to ash in midair and scattered away.
Feeling the immense power churning within his body, Lin Qi raised his left hand. Countless slender ropes of wind shot from his palm, swiftly binding the soul crystals floating above the millions of towers throughout Soldade. Amid an enraged roar, Lin Qi turned his hand over, and millions of soul crystals flew into his palm like birds returning to the forest, vanishing without a trace.
The gale howled as Lin Qi's body gradually faded within the wind shadows. Dozens of immense spiritual fluctuations tore open the void like swords, churning back and forth above Soldade for a long while, yet they could not seize even a trace of the aura Lin Qi had left behind. An enraged voice suddenly exploded: "Search for them! Find them, seize them! I want to see just who is pulling strings from the shadows!"
More than ninety percent of the hundreds of millions of citizens within Soldade had their heads explode at the same time. Their pure souls, untainted by even a speck of dust, drifted lightly into the sky. Hundreds of millions of souls formed a massive magic formation in the air. A divine soul