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Bang! Bang!

The remaining bronze pillars in the black basin instantly shattered and the dark sky once again regained its light. Outside, the White Dragon Overlord's powerful light barrier had finally collapsed.

The violently attacking Bronze Guardians had shattered to pieces.

A light bathed over them and they blankly raised their heads towards the source. The black and white dragons had slowly lost their glow from the long battle and the frightening might that'd engulfed the space slowly started to disperse.

The two Overlord Clones had exhausted their Energies.

The energy barrier that'd shrouded the black basin had disappeared. The bronze statues had also lost their fighting strength.

All the challenges that'd stood in their way were now gone.

The other experts that were still engaged in a battle stopped their fighting and blankly evaluated the situation in their heads. Then, the expressions rushed back to their faces as they burst forward at the same time, and the basin was drowned out by the howl of wind as they rushed towards the depths.

Tyrion had lost his indifferent expression as well. He never thought that the two great Overlord Clones would disperse just like that. Once the White Dragon Overlord's Clone dispersed, the place would become a free-for-all.

Rustle!

Tyrion immediately stood up and headed towards the white Super cell resting atop the black demonic pillar.

"Hmph!"

But just as he reached the top of the pillar, a cold snort cracked like lightning from somewhere above.

Tyrion immediately looked up to find Archon glaring down at him with a chilly face. When Archon saw that Tyrion was about to make a dive for the pearl, he narrowed his eyes and threw out a punch. Genetic energy surged with the weight of a tsunami as it crashed down on Tyrion.

At just the right moment, Tyrion's body flickered with a black lightning and the fist missed his head, blasting his shoulder to smithereens!

Tyrion felt the blast from Archon's fist and his face turned ashen as he coughed up red blood. He staggered and flew out, colliding with the black demonic pillar. With a twist of his wrist, he steadied himself using the pillar.

"Brat, hand it over!"

Archon's eyes were like a cold blade. With a shout, he rushed at Tyrion with bloodlust in his energy ripple.

"Shhhhhhuu!"

But just as Archon initiated his charge, a brilliantly glowing diamond pearl cut between the two and exploded with waves of water, shrouding Tyrion within a protective barrier.

Bang!

Archon's sharp attacks clashed with the azure waves; however, his attacks were only pushed back by the protective water.

Archon's expression dropped a few degrees in temperature when he glanced towards the source of the attack and found Aelira. She appeared right in front of Tyrion, cautiously affording him protection.

"Brat, hand it over. Or don't blame me for starting a massacre." Archon's eyes were savage as he glared at Tyrion like a venomous snake.

Tyrion wiped away the trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. With a flick of his wrist, he picked up the pearl that rippled with frightening Genetic energy and stowed it away. But as he did so, he failed to notice that the blood from his destroyed shoulder were landing on the black demonic pillar. The drop seeped into the pillar and didn't even leave a trace behind.

"So, you think she can keep up with me." Archon studied Tyrion and Aelira and the corner of his mouth slowly turned into a mocking smile.

Tyrion's pupils shrank as he looked at the darkened Archon. Something wasn't right.

"Did you really think I was only this strong?"

Archon took a step forward with eyes like icy frost. A black bracelet on his arm suddenly crumbled to dust. Tyrion and Aelira's faces both changed.

They felt the surge of oppressive genetic energy sweeping out from Archon's body.

This strength — he'd already reached the Fiendgod Stage Late Phase!

Archon had actually been hiding his strength this entire time!

...

Fiendgod Stage Late Phase!

Tyrion and Aelira's faces took on drastically different expressions as they warily observed Archon. The latter stood as an imposing figure overflowing with majestic ripples of Genetic energy. Their expressions slowly turned grave and determined. The City Lord of White Dragon Overlord City was a very patient man.

He'd managed to conceal his true strength, even though he'd had to suffer such great losses while battling the bronze statue formations.

This patient man made their hearts turn cold.

"City Lord, the Young City Lord was heavily injured by that brat. Even now, he only hangs on by a thread!" the grey-cloaked Elder reported from behind Archon.

The bloodlust in Archon's eyes flared as he fixed his eyes on Tyrion. Even his hoarse voice was saturated with his desire to kill. "Brat, you should start praying that I don't get my hands on you. Or I'll definitely skin you and pull out your tendons, one by one. I'll make you regret being born into this world."

However, Tyrion wasn't stirred in the slightest by Archon's threat. His black pupils were as indifferent as if Archon had never spoken. When Archon's men had first attacked them in the forest, he'd already concluded that something like this would happen. So even if he didn't cripple Aetheron, the outcome would be the same.

"The leftovers of the Ancient Dragon Spectral Cult dared to act so impudently in Blue Swirl Continent? Aren't you afraid that the alliance academy will send out experts to behead all of you?" Aelira coldly warned.

"Haha. Did you think that this continent belonged to the Alliance? If it hadn't been for that unfortunate incident, our Ancient Dragon Spectral Cult would've destroyed the Alliance. And you still dare to spout nonsense here?" Archon laughed.

"A loss is still a loss jo matter the process. Accept it that its a fact." Tyrion smiled, as he poked the festering wound and pulled Archon back to reality.

The smile on Archon's face vanished as his palms slowly came together. In a flash, a savage blood-red spear appeared in his hand, emitting a frightening and baleful energy ripple. It was clear to all that this was an Ominous High Rank Sacred Relic.

"Since you like to speak of reality, then I'll tell you guys what you will face now is the reality, brats of Death Gate Academy!" Archon's gaze were cold. He took a step forth and the blood-red long spear trembled. Torrential blood-red light rays surged. In those light rays, it was as though an overflowing sea was made from blood. The stench of blood was spreading throughout the heavens and earth.

"Blood Devouring Sea Spear!"

"BOOM!"

The scarlet rays were spreading like rivers of blood as they swept towards Tyrion and Aelira from all directions.

Tyrion and Aelira narrowed their eyes at the sight of them.

Archon had been a Fiendgod Stage Late Phase to begin with. If you added on the power of the Ominous High Rank Sacred Relic, then he was like a flood dragon that'd grown wings.

Aelira's face turned grave as she released her own majestic Genetic energy. The Cosmic Water pearl in her hand also exploded with light and the azure waves of pure Genetic energy became as heavy as the mountains. The waves spun into a massive barrier, protecting both herself and Tyrion.

"You're just a Fiendgod Stage Middle Phase, but you still think you can withstand my attack?!"

Archon coldly smiled upon seeing Aelira's defense. The spear in his hand trembled as bloody rays of light gathered on its tip, as if rivers of blood were gathering in a basin at its point. Then, without warning, the spear was thrust forward and smashed into the azure water barrier like an atomic bomb.

"KA-BOOM!"

A terrifying Genetic energy swept over them, even though the water barrier managed to halt the attack. However, Archon snarled as he forced the bloody spear tip even harder, until it finally tore the water barrier apart.

Bang!

The water barrier exploded outwards and turned into mist as it dispersed. Aelira's face turned pale as the force slammed into her and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.

The spear of dense baleful energy ripple tore through the sky and shot towards her.

Shhhhhhuuuuuuu!

A surge of shoockwaves announced the Nano Blade as it flew out from behind her and collided heavily the blood-red spear.

"CLANG!!!"

A metallic clash resounded and the Genetic power ripple surged. The blade fell back and the flesh between Tyrion's thumb and forefinger , where he'd been holding the hilt, exploded leaving the skeletal bones in his hands. Fresh blood flowed onto the blade as he took several steps back. His blood boiled and surged as his face turned pale.

"Sister!"

A cry of alarm sounded from somewhere behind them. With a gust of wind, Lara, Michael, and Nyxa flew over and landed beside Tyrion and Aelira. Their faces changed as they realised that both of them were heavily injured.

During this journey, Aelira had always been calm in her fights. She could easily defeat all her opponents. Likewise, Tyrion didn't look strong on the outside, but he could pull miracles and reverse almost any situation.

Before they knew it, the two of them had become crucial members of their small party. But now, the two of them were heavily injured.