As Lin Xing moved against Lin Qi, several members of the Yin Family, dressed in gray necromancer robes, were coldly watching everything unfold on the city wall a hundred li away from within a soaring magic tower at the heart of this colossal city. An old mage with a gleaming bald scalp, save for a ring of white hair barely clinging around the back of his head, shook his head mockingly, then let out a sigh.
"The Tiger Clan is still better suited to charging into battle. A few words of provocation are enough to make their blood boil." The old mage smiled calmly as he toyed with a magic talisman fashioned from the crown plate of a giant dragon's skull. He casually asked the clansmen beside him, "How much power do you think Lin Seventy-Seven had left in his body when Lin Qi defeated him? One percent? One-thousandth? Or even less?"
The expressions of the Yin Family members did not shift in the slightest. One of them, a middle-aged man with exceedingly thin lips and a bluish complexion that made him look like a corpse, pursed his lips and smiled faintly. "The one Lin Seventy-Seven was responsible for guarding was Sarnat, Lord of Meteors. That was a God Lord-level powerhouse. Though severely wounded and sealed, suppressing him was no easy task. So when Lin Seventy-Seven fought Lin Qi, he used at most one percent of his true strength. There is no need for us to be overly concerned about this Lin Qi."
With a casual wave of his hand, the thin-lipped middle-aged man chuckled. "He dared reveal the existence of the Sovereign Council in public, so he is fated to be thoroughly purged. No one can remain alive after betraying the Sovereign Council. Don't you agree?"
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