The Lin Family's ancestor looked thoughtfully at Lin Qi, then raised his head to look at the Osmanthus Tree, turned to glance at the golden brand between the elf woman's brows, and slowly nodded. "That's right. Since the gods want to wipe out humanity, then compared to humanity's extinction, it would be better to let the gods vanish completely. Hmm, was this little bitch really once a slave? No wonder her mouth is so foul!"
The Osmanthus Tree sighed softly. "That is why I have always hated elves. When they are defeated, they surrender at the first opportunity. But once they seize any chance to turn things around, they rebel at the first opportunity. Yet those Imperial Sovereigns who once stood so high above all others loved the beautiful girls and handsome boys of the elf race so much that elven bloodlines could always be passed down."
Shaking his head, Lin Qi turned and walked toward the exit of this little world. There was nothing more worth saying. Things had already come to this; within three to five years, this elf woman would be thoroughly tainted by the aura of Hell, and both her divine body and divine soul would collapse completely. Meanwhile, the Lin Family's ancestor would finally break free from his long years of suppression. At last, he would be able to walk freely through the outside world.
Back on Tiger Island, Lin Qi did not linger any longer. He took his followers through the teleportation magic array and returned to the Dragon Mountain Imperial Capital. After briefly reuniting with Yun, Princess Qingli, Elysian Heaven, and the others, news arrived that could not help but stir one's heart—the elf army had been surrounded less than three hundred miles from the Holy Mountain by that bizarre torrent of metal