Chapter 1566 Nonetheless
Sleek black armor covered her enormous body. She had never felt so powerful in her life. She knew that even if she faced her humanoid beast form right now, she would slaughter it in a manner of seconds… And it was all because of this Dragon King armor!
Ten shifted. 'There you are!'
'Sorry Ten… But it doesn't matter if you find me.'
At that moment, a blinding gold light appeared before Ten and he could finally see his surroundings. However, he didn't feel relief at all. In fact… He was trembling in fear. His heart shook from its very roots as he all but prostrated himself.
It was as though the gold light was taunting him. Dragon? When had you ever been worthy of such a title?
Thirteen's paw shot forward. Ten couldn't even resist as he was blasted into meat paste.
Even during his last few breaths, his bitter expression never left the golden light before him. In the final moments of his life, all he felt was endless resentment.
This golden light… It was none other than the Aurum Ancestor's reverse scale.
Eleven's agonizing roar shook the Dark Ocean. Fury from the depths of her soul threatened to bubble over and rip open the gates of hell.
It was just as Dyon had expected. The only way Eleven's reaction could be so immediate was if their souls were tied to one another. Ten and Eleven had been husband and wife.
As Dyon guessed, Ten's death pushed Eleven into madness. Unfortunately, sometimes, anger only makes things worse.
Even as Eleven burned her blood essence in hopes of revenge, she realized her mistake. When her qi was agitated, she lost an arm. But, what would happen if she agitated the whole of her circulatory system?
Her blood essence burned just how she wanted, but her thoughts of a heroic death where she could take her enemy with her fell through. The neurotoxins latched on to her raging blood, taking a ride through her body and infiltrating her mind.
Her brain became cut off from the rest of her body as everything ceased to function.
All of her muscles lost their control center, even her smooth muscles no longer functioned. Her heart couldn't beat, her inner organs became nothing be dead meat, and her mind shut down. With her soul, she was eerily aware of what was happening to her body, but she could only watch as her corpse became her coffin.
In the end, she gave up. She no longer had the will to live anyway.
'I'll follow you to the afterlife… There's nothing left for me here…'
Eleven's body became a mangled mess of grotesque purple veins as she let go of the last thread that held her in this world.
Like this, only one remained.
Nine was stunned. She had entered this operation with absolute confidence. In fact, she even thought that hiding her identity from the beginning was overkill, which was likely why she blew her own cover so easily. But now, in a mission she led, five of their six members had already died and matters were looking bleak for herself.
The numbered warriors of BPA weren't just run of the mill warriors. They were the face of the strongest power their organization possessed. After them, there was only their leader and their slumbering Ancestors. For all intents and purposes, they were the best BPA had to offer. Yet five of them had died, just like that.
Any organization would mourn the loss of even one higher dao formation expert. They represented the cumulative effort of several hundred thousand years. Yet they had lost five!
The more Nine thought about it, the more she trembled with rage. How did things come to this point?
'If I'm being honest with you, I'm quite interested in having a Dream Panther on my side.'
The sudden voice caught Nine off guard. From the very beginning, Dyon hadn't spoken to the numbered warriors even once. He wanted to give the illusion that they were fighting an enemy far more powerful than himself. Only by preying on this fear could he restrict their movements.
The truth of the matter is that if the numbered warriors went all out and attempted to charge to the surface of Dark Ocean, they would have succeeded. Dark Ocean isn't like Earth's waters, it's only a few dozen thousand miles deep. Such a distance for a dao expert could be covered in a handful of minutes, even seconds if they went all out.
However, it was by preying on their fear of the unknown, plunging them into darkness, cutting off the information they had about the enemy, that Dyon was able to make them feel as though they were safer staying put rather than blindly charging.
But, Dyon felt it was a shame to simply kill a beast on the level of the Dream Panther so easily. After subjugating Thirteen, Dyon decided to gamble.
What he was severely lacking in now was absolute experts. In truth, he had the celestial beasts. However, Head Tudo, Tigris and Simia were only Middle Dao Experts. Though there was Granny Celest who had recently broken into the Peak Dao realm, she was the only one. Of course, there were also the Titled Spirits who were currently the reason Dyon didn't have the Soul Tome on hand. But, all of these experts had one thing in common: they weren't readily available.
The celestial beasts weren't just dao experts, they were family heads. Their possible deaths held a fundamentally different kind of weight. In truth, Dyon, as the leader of the Mortal Alliance, shouldn't so easily head to the battlefield either. His death quite literally meant the death of the Alliance.
Then there were the Titled Spirits. They needed much more time for their souls to become whole, and even more to properly construct their bodies and adjust. Then, after that was completed, they would need even more time to stabilize their cultivation.
Luckily, from Dyon's estimates, they would only need a few years at most to return to their original strength, but that was still time nonetheless.