"Damn Church, damn Blood Qin Empire. How much longer are they going to keep fighting?" Lin Bule gave a cold snort.
"The more of them that die, the better!" Lin Lele said cruelly. "The more they die, the less effort we'll need to spend conquering them in the future! But they never should have come here. How much have they delayed us?"
Before her words had even faded, the group dropped into the bushes again. Lin Lele was even forced to cast a small water-element illusion, concealing this patch of shrubbery. More than a dozen glowing magic-energy discs, each over twenty meters in diameter, swept overhead. Hundreds of Church knights and priests stood aboard them, roaring in fury as they charged toward where the Holy Dragon of Light had fallen.
While they were still more than a dozen li from that stretch of woodland, the priests aboard the magic-energy discs had already begun chanting spells and unleashing immensely powerful divine arts. Streaks of divine light fell from the sky, swiftly turning into inverted-cross Punishment Sword Qi that howled down below. Furious roars and shrill screams came from afar. Clearly, the Blood Qin Empire's flying-python riders had been badly mauled by the sudden attack.
"Proceed carefully. Whether they're from the Blood Qin Empire or the Church, they've both killed until their eyes are red. If they spot us, getting away will be difficult!" Lin Feiqian watched the movement around them with an ugly expression. He truly had not expected that coming to such a remote place in search of that legendary location would prove so troublesome. He was not afraid of the ants fighting on either side; what he feared was that slaughtering these people would draw the notice of those formidable wills in the sky.
The wills of the gods