The Generous Dwarves

Lin Qi had nearly been hammered to death by Barrel. He himself had been scared out of his wits, while Alda and Bilibili's legs went weak beneath them and they collapsed to the ground. Alda's eyes spewed fire; he even had the urge to chop Barrel into pieces. Their souls were all held in Lin Qi's grasp. If anything happened to Lin Qi, it would not just be Barrel who died—an entire crowd would die with him.

For instance, the Saint-realm mighty ones in the Black Abyss Divine Prison and the evil ghosts of the Fifth Abyss—if Lin Qi died, at least three to five thousand people would be buried alongside him. In other words, Barrel's hammer strike had nearly wiped out three to five thousand people, including a great many Saint-realm and Heaven-rank experts.

Bilibili trembled as he muttered curses under his breath. "Damned dwarf! Even if he can grow taller, he's still a dwarf! Great Demon God, cast his soul into the Abyss of Sin, so that he may never be reborn for all eternity! Deepest Abyss of Sin, birthplace of all evil, molten pool of the most terrifying demonic flames—let his soul enjoy eternal torment within!"

The two demons chattered away, raining curses upon Barrel. The problem was that Barrel wore demi-divine artifact-grade armor; their curses could not so much as touch a hair on his head.

Lin Qi rose with an ugly expression. His broken bones had already returned to normal, and his torn skin had healed once more.

Barrel finally realized that he had nearly committed a grave blunder. He clambered out of the lava pool in a bedraggled state, hammer in hand, and walked up to Lin Qi wreathed in scorching steam. With his head hanging low, he stood there without saying a word.