A Shinu blinked at Lin Qi for a while before letting out a mocking sneer. "I know what you're thinking, but you're wrong! Those believers? Our Secret Devil Sacred Clan has never regarded believers as anything! They are merely tools, merely food, merely medicine, merely amusements to relieve our boredom, merely expendable supplies for our wars!"
Clutching the strange weapons of every shape and color in his hands, A Shinu said coldly and mercilessly, "I have faith in my clansmen. The gods of the Heavenly Temple... Heh heh, at least ninety percent of those arrogant fools are still asleep. We are already prepared. If my battle plan can be carried out perfectly, then even..."
"Even what?" Lin Qi looked at A Shinu curiously.
A Shinu, who had stopped himself mid-sentence, smiled strangely and gently shook his head. "Too much nonsense! No matter where you came from, no matter which divine clan you belong to, in short, you killed my child, so you must die! There is no logic, no reason, because I am the Holy King of the Secret Devil Sacred Clan in hiding. My glory and dignity must be flawless!"
His body flickered. A Shinu's tens-of-thousands-of-meters-tall form abruptly compressed inward, shrinking until he was only around ten meters tall. His body left trails of afterimages as he instantly arrived before Lin Qi. Three black swords patterned like snakes and a curved saber were already slashing down at him. Behind Lin Qi, one of A Shinu's arms suddenly stretched more than tenfold, driving a ghost-headed awl viciously toward the center of Lin Qi's back. At Lin Qi's left and right, more than a dozen arms each gripped weapons of every kind and smashed down upon him.
Even above Lin Qi's head and beneath his feet, A Shinu's arms wielded all