While Lin Qi led his clansmen, capable subordinates, and the Fallen God army in a great battle, his current stronghold was being swallowed by shadow.
Church Holy Mountain. Lin Qi had now stockpiled an enormous army on the Holy Mountain. Vast legions numbering in the hundreds of millions were stationed throughout the Holy Mountain, which stretched for tens of thousands of miles. Defensive fortresses painstakingly forged by the Celestial Sprite Clan floated above it, while sixteen giant alchemical war fortresses guarded all directions. Whoever wished to attack the Holy Mountain would have to pay a grievous price just to get close.
One enormous magic formation after another flashed continuously. Under the supervision of the Green Moon Empress and Alandu, and under the dispatch of the elf gods fiercely loyal to the Green Moon Empress, countless elite elves were teleported through the magic formations into the heart of the Holy Mountain. According to what the Green Moon Empress told the elves—the Ashir Divine Clan were now allies of the elves, while the gods of the Odin Temple and the Heavenly Temple were all the elves' mortal enemies!
Women were fickle anyway, and the Green Moon Empress was even more unpredictable. No one knew how many times the camps of her allies and enemies had shifted. To the elf gods and elves, such words were nothing out of the ordinary. Thus, tens of millions of powerful elves continuously poured into the Holy Mountain. Under Blackbeard and Yun's deployment, elves skilled in archery and profoundly accomplished in magic were dispatched to guard key positions everywhere.
Of course, Blackbeard's old habits remained. As a qualified pirate chief, a great bandit leader who sat still and divided the spoils, he had never trusted any outsider. Even if the Green Moon Empress and Alandu had both