A patch of dark cloud appeared out of nowhere high in the sky. This cloud, spanning ten thousand miles, rapidly collapsed inward, compressing in the blink of an eye into a pitch-black mass barely a dozen meters wide. The clouds churned, streaked with blinding lightning, and swiftly condensed into an inky-black hand no larger than an ordinary human's, which clawed down at Lin Qi's head.
"Foolish ant, release Yan Shili and die!"
From an unknown distance of tens of thousands of miles away, Yan Zhe—the current patriarch of the Spirit God Clan enshrined by the Heavenly Temple, known within his clan as the Eight-Faced God King—struck at Lin Qi in front of Mu Wei. A suffocating pressure came crashing down upon him. Countless joints in Lin Qi's body cracked against one another, and the tremendous force abruptly drove his body lower, burying everything below his waist into the mountain rock.
"Damn Yan Zhe!" Mu Wei roared furiously. A scarlet sword phantom shot up behind her, carrying boundless, berserk battle intent as it cleaved toward that hand. Mu Wei's eyes had gone bloodshot with rage. All she had wanted was to quietly locate the place where Mudela had fallen and retrieve Mudela's set of commander-grade armament.
She was doing this to prepare for the true divine war in the future, to give the gods of the War Divine Pantheon a few more chances to survive.
Mudela's resting place was far too close to the Blood Qin Empire, practically right beneath the Heavenly Temple's nose. If the Heavenly Temple learned the purpose of Mu Wei's journey, it would be nearly impossible for her to obtain Mudela's relics again! So because of that fool Yan Shili's lust, Mu Wei's plan had been utterly ruined. She truly wanted to tear Yan Shili into a