Boiling Beast Bloodline-Chapter 2216 - 679: Final Battle Countdown [5]

The dual moons of the Demon World illuminated the cold ground.

On the arcane altar built with red bones, the eternal flames of decay were blazing fiercely.

With their silver hair like wings electrified and flung across the sky, the two Queens of Lich, Jia Bao and Monroe, stood chanting. A massive, restless vortex appeared in the turbulent sky, as spectral mist and swirling clouds turned the two moons of the Demon World into grotesque grinning faces.

"Noble King of the Ancient Crocodiles of Piacenza, is there truly a need for this?" Emperor Chaplin of the Demon Dragons asked with great effort to suppress his trembling, respectfully.

"And what do you believe, how confident are you in opposing the two Saint Levels? According to reliable information, this afternoon there was an unusually strong elemental tide change on the Aegean Continent, far surpassing the frequency of a Magic Tutor advancing to Saint Chiao!" The King of Ancient Crocodiles, with pupils like a deep galaxy, didn’t even glance at the deferential Demon Dragon Emperor beside him, simply responding indifferently, "Maybe I should ask this: Emperor Chaplin, if His Highness Zefiano has not yet gone to ’the Other Shore,’ can he withstand two Aegean Saint Level Mages at the same time?"

The last sentence of the King of Ancient Crocodiles had a playful tone, as the Demon Dragons have their language, and in it, the name "Zefiano," the envoy of demon dragons, goes by the same as "the Other Shore." In the common tongue of the Demon World, besides implying a distant shore, "the Other Shore" also denotes death or demise.

{PS: Background of Beast Blood: Zefiano’s real name is "Bianshen," a homonym of "the Other Shore."}

Emperor Chaplin of Demon Dragons was rendered speechless. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

If the Demon Dragon clan hadn’t suffered significant losses in the Southern Cross Star Forest, perhaps they could have proudly boasted. But after that terrifying battle, no matter how proud or arrogant, one had to admit the formidable power of Aegean’s Saint Xiao—a presence that obliterated two Lich Kings and a commander of the Netherworld with three of his minions...

"Moreover, those two Saint Levels aren’t even Saint Chiao! They’re Saint Pu and Saint Xiao..." The Six-winged Heavenly King Atest poured oil into the fire: "Your Majesty, Emperor of Demon Dragons, pardon my honesty, without us, the Demon Dragon clan will not succeed in avenging themselves, even at ten times the current cost in this lifetime."

The Emperor of the Demon Dragons, seemingly aged by millennia, immediately seemed even older, and his once straight back now slumped.

"It’s said that there are never more than two Saint Levels on the Aegean Continent; may this truth continue forever," said a COSPALY clan man dressed as Death with a blood-dripping scythe, smiling slightly, "Honestly, even I wouldn’t dare face two Saint Levels. What’s the difference from suicide?"

"Infinite terror..." The King of Ancient Crocodiles sighed: "It’s said that this Aegean Saint Xiao... oh no... the Silver-Eyed Traitor... is only twenty this year! How many years does it take for such a prodigy to arise, if ever again by the end of time?"

"To live in the same era, it is perhaps the misfortune of all our dimensions," the counterfeit Death swung his blood-dripping scythe, unable to conceal some despair in his tone: "To be frank... it’s best not to clash with him... I do not wish to be the most notable mark in his record of achievements... if this was a book or an opera... I don’t think I was destined for the lead role..."

"Aren’t you being too modest, Your Royal Highness?" The King of Ancient Crocodiles of Piacenza laughed: "If this Saint Xiao warns me ahead of his next visit to the Demon World, I would love the chance to spar with him! I wish to have a hands-on understanding why even you fear this powerful being."

"I suggest you think twice. Any guardian, if absent from their post, might cause the dimension to spiral out of control!" The counterfeit Death pulled back his hood, revealing a strikingly handsome face with a smile more brilliant than the twin suns of the Demon World: "Consider today’s Aegean if lacking its guardian—what catastrophic outcome befalls a realm then."

The King of Ancient Crocodiles of Piacenza’s face turned grim.

The Jade Emperor stood with arms crossed beside the altar, only chuckling coldly without speaking.

What were they talking about! How could there be two great beings more cautious than him in facing pinnacle challenges, the Jade Emperor never expected.

"Do it!" On the Six-winged Heavenly King’s command, a dozen burly Knights of Fear dragged a pair of stripped, bound superior male and female Demon Dragons, tied hands and feet by the Subtension of an Overlord, to the front of the red-bone altar with vast elemental rhythm.

Countless booted feet harshly pinned down their struggling heads, as one by one gleaming Crystal Broadswords sliced down towards the necks of the superior Demon Dragon couple.

Though branded with arcane branding and bound by many Overlord’s silk-spun ropes, their struggles and screams were commanding, heads severed with sword after sword flying with bloody flesh, yet still they cursed loudly.