When demons and evil ghosts slaughtered one another, they struck far too ruthlessly. Of the Sovereign Council members who had been purged, nine out of every ten had been hacked into a mangled mess. These people were, after all, elites of the Twelve Ancient Clans, kin bound to Lin Qi by blood. Lin Qi could order his subordinates to purge them all, but at least an intact corpse had to be left for them.
Thus, the demons could only pull long faces and impatiently piece corpses together from the mangled flesh and blood. Only now did they feel a trace of regret. When they had slaughtered to their heart's content just now, perhaps they had gone a little too far.
Surrounded tightly on all sides, Lin Aofeng and his group howled in fury. Lin Aofeng roared hoarsely, "Lin Qi! You hypocrite, you..."
Lin Qi let out a piercing whistle. The shrill sound was like an awl driven deep into the minds of Lin Aofeng and his group, making their brains ache as if cleaved by knives and axes. Lin Aofeng opened his mouth, only to see stars flashing before his eyes as a scorching surge rose in his chest. He nearly spat blood.
He stared at Lin Qi in horror, unable to utter another curse or insult. Lin Qi was less than a hundred years old; according to information Lin Aofeng had once happened to see, the brat was not even fifty! Yet this descendant of the family, still so young, had nearly shaken him into internal injury and vomiting blood with a single whistle. It was simply too shocking to believe.
What had he eaten to cultivate so quickly? The Sovereign Council elders, including Lin Aofeng, had spent tens of thousands of years in bitter cultivation and consumed who