Several hundred twisted, blurry figures shot out, reaching the battlefield a hundred miles away in the blink of an eye. Great swathes of icy light shot through the air, and more than a hundred thousand followers of the Miro Divine Cult were slain before they even understood what had happened. Then a twisted black shadow appeared and roared loudly several times at the fanatics whose bodies gleamed with silver light.
The fanatics immediately stood facing one another in pairs. Half of them raised their silver staffs and viciously smashed them down upon the heads of the companions opposite them. With expressions of incomparably envious solemnity, the attackers watched as their companions' heads were shattered with a single blow of their staffs. Strands of pale silver souls rose from their bodies into the sky, vanishing into the clouds in the blink of an eye.
Qitel took a sip of fragrant tea, set down his cup, and gently shook his head. "Have you calmed down now?"
The beautiful woman stared fixedly at Qitel. Gritting her teeth, she enunciated each word: "Who came up with such a vicious idea, using those stupid, filthy, foul-smelling, low-blooded beastmen to humiliate my child?"
After a moment of silence, Qitel's eyes shifted, and he gave a soft laugh. "Oh, just an insignificant nobody. But his patron is extremely powerful—his backer is Mu Wei, the Goddess of War. She is one of the Ashir Divine Clan's current four Chief Gods! So, although His Majesty Lin Qi, Emperor of the Dragon Mountain Empire, was the one who came up with this idea, what can you do to him?"
Shrugging, Qitel smiled airily. "He truly is an insignificant nobody. Although he inherited a divine office, he is merely a Lower God. He obtained the honor of becoming a Chosen One