Wang Qi rested a hand on the Heavenly Sword and said nothing. This was already dozens of miles outside Divine Capital, and a thousand zhang up in the sky. If he swung the Heavenly Sword in a crowded district, Aoliu would certainly die beneath that strike, but one or two blocks of Divine Capital might vanish with him.
Though using the Heavenly Sword was a last resort, Wang Qi felt it was necessary to keep a card up his sleeve. What if Aoliu's superior was an idiot and approved enough divine power for him to summon an army again? If they fought then, even Divine Capital might not survive. If it came to that, no matter how unwilling he was, he would have to erase him with a single sword stroke.
But if he went too far away, the divine power support Wang Qi received from Divine Capital would diminish, and the delay in calculation would increase. In a battle at the level of modern Primordial Spirits and Later Demon Race transformations, even a millisecond of delay could affect victory or defeat. If Wang Qi went too far, Divine Capital would indeed be safe, but he might instead be instantly killed by Aoliu.
And this distance was comparatively advantageous for Wang Qi.
"Since that's the case, don't blame me for bullying the weak with strength." Aoliu grinned viciously as black haze poured from his body. His flesh transformed once again into that marvelous form, evolving countless divine abilities.
Moreover, this time, he had already applied in advance to draw upon stronger divine power. Although, because of certain concepts and systems within the Later Demon Race, the power he had borrowed this time was far inferior to the army of thousands he had summoned in the South Sea, he was confident