More than thirty streams of Sword Qi with the power of Saint Warriors shot into the sky, cleaving down like flood dragons striking from above.
The surviving Heavenly Knights of the Dragon Wing Legion roared in unison. Their armor and shields all erupted with dazzling magical flames; every piece of equipment they wore was an exceptional magic item.
On the Western Continent, possessing the strength of the Heavenly rank was generally enough to earn one a noble title. Commoners found it exceedingly difficult to break through to the Heavenly rank. Only great noble families could continuously pile up precious resources to produce Heavenly-rank experts. Thus, every one of the Heavenly Knights present had a noble background, and many were even the heads of middling noble houses.
How could the equipment on their bodies possibly be inferior?
But compared to the weapons Lin Qi had equipped his subordinates with, these top-grade magic items were not worth looking at.
The Saint-realm experts who had attacked all held holy artifacts equal to their own strength. With the dwarven tribe of Heavenly Armament Valley at his disposal, Lin Qi naturally never lacked fine holy artifacts. Magic equipment might possess astonishing power, but before holy artifacts, it was nothing more than a pile of dregs.
The Sword Qi swept evenly across them. The magical flames vanished into ash and smoke, and the Dragon Wing Legion's remaining Heavenly Knights sprayed blood as they fell. Their heads flew high into the air, wearing traces of savagery, incredulous terror, and despair, their eyes wide and vacant as they stared at this land they had once conquered and ravaged.
Then darkness enveloped their bodies. Their souls flew shrieking from their corpses, only to be swallowed in one bite by Alda's gaping mouth.
"The fear of death, brutal souls—what wonderful