Lin Qi left behind a projected avatar, sitting primly within a small divine hall borne on the shoulders of three hundred and sixty elemental Greater Titans. Surrounded by numerous guards, it advanced with the army, while his true body silently departed from his own forces with several subordinates, including Bilibili and Alda, and slipped toward the armies of gods from other divine systems in the distance.
The true war would only erupt before the Undead Temple. For now, this was merely a contest of conventional military strength. The Dragon Mountain Army, superbly equipped and immensely powerful—even its most ordinary soldiers having been steeped in dragon blood—had no fear of such frontal clashes. The armies of those undead lords could never pose any threat to Lin Qi's forces.
Rather than waste time watching a meaningless slaughter between armies, he might as well do something else.
Overwhelming cries of battle rang out ahead. A mid-level High-God of the Many-Armed Secret Devil Clan, with nine heads, eighteen arms, and four legs, sat cross-legged upon an azure lotus dais. Each of his eighteen arms held a strange weapon, and he watched with loud laughter as the vast throng of Miro Divine Cult followers fought fiercely against endless skeletal monsters.
Millions upon millions of Miro Divine Cult followers packed the area for hundreds of miles around, while several dozen times their number of skeletal monsters surrounded them. Like an ocean, the skeletal army had tightly wrapped around the Miro Divine Cult's followers, launching an unceasing tide of attacks against them.
The Miro Divine Cult's followers were fanatical beyond measure, utterly fearless of death. The skeletal monsters, meanwhile, possessed no concept of life or death at all. They knew neither pain nor weariness and could attack without end. Two groups of living and unliving beings alike