"Pure strength?" Lin Qi watched the iron anchor smashing down at him. His body did not move in the slightest, but transparent ripples of time had already spread from between his brows, instantly enveloping an area a thousand miles across. Thus, within a thousand miles around him, apart from the members of his own clan and the elves he had brought, every other being was frozen in the river of time.
The wind did not move. The water did not move. Flowers, grass, and trees were all frozen solid. Everyone remained in the pose of the previous instant, stiffly locked in place in bewilderment. Even the thoughts of these giant whale men had been frozen. Within the domain of time controlled by Lin Qi, unless one possessed the strength of a Divine Lord, even the ability to think was utterly stripped away. In frozen time, souls naturally froze into ice sculptures as well.
The enormous iron anchor was barely more than three inches from Lin Qi's head. Looking at this hundred-meter-long giant anchor, Lin Qi could not help baring his teeth in a grin. What kind of colossal ship would need an anchor like this? It was far too huge. It seemed that the weapons used by these sea warrior folk were indeed rather distinctive.
Lin Qi flicked the anchor with his finger and raised his eyelids slightly. The material of this iron anchor was quite good; it had been forged entirely from rare magical metals. But the forging craftsmanship, the runes carved into it, the magic arrays, and everything else within it could only be described as garbage. After all, the ocean's resources were abundant beyond measure. Its reserves of all kinds of magical metals were tens of millions of times richer than those of the Abyssal World.
But