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“Progenitor he…”
“Oh God… this!”
……
A gasp echoed from the stands as everyone covered their mouths, desperately trying to suppress their exclamations.
Seventh Ancestor actually lost?!
On the territory of the Blood Clan, it took only five minutes!
Even Mok Van Der and Su Ye couldn’t help but show shock in their eyes. It was well known that Rebia’s strength was truly world-class! He was on a completely different level compared to those so-called legendary powerhouses!
How could he lose so miserably!
Garen remained silent for a long time. Based on his experiences over the past two years in the Godeyas Continent, he had developed a basic understanding of the strong in this world. Figures like Merlin and Mok Van Der belonged to the legendary tier, which was an unreachable fourth-tier level. Meanwhile, beings like the Angry Beasts of the Summit of Ten Thousand Mountains, Philip the Great of the Holy Empire, and this Seventh Ancestor were world-class, with fifth-tier strength or even higher.
As he gazed at the swirling gray clouds, Garen’s expression grew increasingly grave. Even a world-class powerhouse, merely stretching their limbs, could shake the world; even among fifth-tier beings, determining a victor wasn’t easy. Yet, the enemy hidden behind the clouds could effortlessly defeat Rebia…
Could it be…
An astonishing hypothesis emerged.
“Are you still planning to continue peeking?” At that moment, Rebia had already stood up again, and a trace of crimson surged across his purple robe, forming blood vessels that rapidly sprouted from his arms.
However, in response to this inexplicable remark, there was only silence around him.
"If I fall, you all know what that means." Rebia scoffed derisively before vanishing once more, charging back up into the clouds.
Upon hearing this, Garen immediately understood.
Clearly, Rebia's words were directed at the world-class powerhouses lurking in the shadows.
The continent had undergone endless transformations over the ages to reach its current state. Although every faction aspired to dominate the land, it could not be denied that there was a certain balance in place. The ones most unwilling to see this balance disrupted were those world-class powerhouses.
Thus, Rebia could not afford to fail.
At that moment, a deafening roar erupted from the south! At the edge of the Gray Cloud Layer, a colossal figure revealed part of its body—suddenly, it was the Jet Black Dragon Scales!
The first world-class powerhouse had made an appearance!
Garen recognized those familiar black scales and confirmed that it was a Fallen Black Dragon. Compared to this one, Sundgoth seemed far too insignificant.
"Boom!"
As the black dragon entered, the gray clouds instantly transformed into a dark purple hue. Countless dazzling bolts of lightning crackled in succession, turning day into night!
A fierce wind swept across Starsea Island, uprooting distant trees and rocks as they danced wildly in the hurricane's fury!
Gradually, even Garen found it difficult to keep his eyes open and had no choice but to drive Stormblade into the ground, gripping the hilt tightly.
"Boom!"
In just a moment, a massive wave suddenly surged from the distant sea! A shadow plummeted rapidly, and soon after, an earth-shattering howl echoed from the ocean! A gigantic werewolf leaped onto the mountaintop before vanishing back into the clouds!
"That's... Angry Beasts! It can't be wrong, it can't be wrong... it's Angry Beasts!" The vampires in the stands were taken aback by this sudden turn of events, but upon seeing the silhouette of the giant wolf, they gasped in astonishment.
"Not just Angry Beasts! That Fallen Black Dragon from earlier, it's Redno! Black Dragon King Rednor!"
"So many powerful beings... what on earth is happening!"
...
Although the Godeyas Continent has been engulfed in war, since the conclusion of the Second Continental War, there hasn't been such a large-scale battle. Just among the known world-class powerhouses, there were at least three present!
If these world powers were to clash with each other, perhaps it would be more acceptable...
But that was not the case.
These world-class powerhouses were joining forces against another entity! Moreover, in this battle, including the Seventh Ancestor, these strong beings had been knocked down more than once!
Garen slowly tightened his grip on Stormblade.
"It's a deity... a deity has descended!" an elderly vampire exclaimed.
Although the history of the continent does not explicitly record it, according to a few ancient texts, there were indeed divine beings that existed in the distant past!
However, during the mid-Old Era, an event known as "The Fall of the Gods" occurred. It was said that the deities sensed a threat from the void and united to eradicate it. In the end, only corrupted divine corpses fell to the earth...
At this moment, the vampires cast aside all thoughts of the Fall of the Gods and trembled deeply as they gazed at the apocalyptic scene in the sky.
But then suddenly!
The world fell silent once more.
In the blink of an eye, the turbulent clouds vanished, leaving the sky a clear blue, restoring the bright daylight.
Was that it…?
Garen couldn't help but feel puzzled as he slowly relaxed his grip on the Greatsword.
Meanwhile, high up in the sky, several figures stood facing each other.
"What just happened?" The giant wolf had transformed back into a middle-aged man, blood still oozing from the wound in his chest, yet he seemed utterly unconcerned.
"Before questioning why it left, I think you should consider another question, Angry Beasts," said an elderly elf, clutching his severed arm. "Did you see what it looked like?"
"It’s not 'it,' it's 'them.'" Opposite the elderly elf stood Suddenly, another elder of the elf race, but he was enveloped in a dark aura. "They are a perfect whole composed of countless individuals. Heh, this is something I exchanged half my life for—something Unique and valuable."
Several world-class powerhouses pondered this and silently began to depart one by one.
Although they had just joined forces to confront a common enemy, it was merely to maintain balance. With the enemy's sudden disappearance, there was no reason for them to linger any longer. As for idle chatter with old rivals, that was even less necessary.
In the end, only one figure remained—a man wearing a silver mask. He was slightly plump but exuded an air of regal authority.
"Twice now..."
"The first time was in Agu An the Great's diary; the second time… Heh, it's time to pay Merlin a visit."
As his voice faded away, so did his figure.
The kingdom of the Fallen Dragon Clan is located in the Great Canyon of the Eastern Continent.
Not long ago, the Great Canyon welcomed two unfamiliar faces. The two black dragons that brought in the outsiders were imprisoned, and this matter eventually reached the ears of the Black Dragon King.
Strangely, just three minutes after their encounter, the Black Dragon King not only ordered the release of the two Sin Dragons but also warmly hosted the two outsiders, providing them with the most luxurious palace in Ahn'Qiraj.
Even a blind person could see that these two outsiders were undoubtedly powerful beings, at least on par with the Black Dragon King.
Before long, these two outsiders had conquered a large number of black dragons through their faith. Of course, it wasn't through strength but rather through their appetite... Relatively speaking, the female dwarf was manageable, but that woman with horns could consume enough food for a normal black dragon over two days in one sitting!
Especially when the Black Dragon Guards witnessed her devour three entire Deep Sea Behemoths, they almost regarded her as a deity.
In addition to strength, appetite was something that the black dragon clan placed great importance on.
At this moment, in the highest black palace, Shyvana finished off yet another roasted Deep Sea Behemoth, leaving only its skeleton behind. She looked up to see Poppy returning from the window.
"What did you find?"
Poppy shook his head. "Nothing."
"How is that possible? I sensed at least seven different powers just now! Um, there’s dark magic from this world, Holy Fighting Spirit, Blood Power, Fallen Dragon Flame, and..." Shyvana counted on her fingers.
Poppy looked at Shyvana with a foolish expression. "I mean the enemy! You silly dragon!"
"Want to fight? But exercising right after a meal isn't good..." Shyvana burped, completely unfazed by the chaos that had just unfolded outside.
At that moment, the Black Dragon King had somehow returned to the throne in the center of the palace.
Its current state was far from good; a third of its chest scales had been torn away, and most of its claws were severely damaged.
The Black Dragon Guards nearby were instantly alarmed and hurriedly called for healing from the black dragons... In no time, the palace was filled with large black dragons rushing in with urgency.
However, unlike the frantic scene over there, Shyvana and Poppy didn't even glance in that direction.
"Are the strong in this world really that weak?" Shyvana blinked and asked, "Then why did they retreat?"
Poppy did not answer that question, staring coldly at Shyvana.
"Alright, alright... I just can't be sure who it is!" Shyvana said helplessly. "After all, I'm not as bored as you, reading books about this realm all day."
Unlike Shyvana, who spent her days indulging in feasts, Poppy dedicated much of his time to studying in the Black Dragon King's library. After all, to eliminate unknown disasters, he first needed to understand the structure and history of this world.
"It should be a guy named Agu An," Poppy thought for a moment.
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