Braham shook his head. ‘Too unfair, aiya…’
Unlike his senior and junior brother, Braham didn’t have a special constitution aside from his body cultivation talent. But even that was far inferior to Saru’s.
It always confused him why Dyon took him as a disciple, though he still felt blessed by the reality. It was just that compared to Pjisel and Bowaye, he seed lacking.
However, Braham wasn’t the kind of person to get bogged down by such things. In fact, as soon as he thought of it, he had already forgotten it, turning his attention toward mowing down deity race warriors.
“Oh? Not bad.” Dyon said with a light smile, watching Pjisel.
Pjisel’s constitution was incredibly powerful despite the fact it was only of the Earth Grade. And, it only beca more so with a master like Dyon backing him.
The three eyed race Pjisel just began imitating had long been extinct, even on this Ancient Battlefield. Yet, because of Dyon, Pjisel had access to their abilities.
The Nephilim Alliance territory was indeed the most ancient. They had many hidden ruins and sites left unexplored. Most of these ruins were completely useless to Dyon, but to Pjisel, they were invaluable.
He was able to use the residual qi, auras, and even in so cases DNA these lost civilizations left behind to mold an imitation of them. Like this, he could use the very abilities they once did with ease.
The three eyed race was known for the ocular techniques. More specifically, they were known for their ability to attack the soul with their gaze.
Such a feat was rare beyond reason. One only had to rember how much Dyon has struggled throughout his journey despite his overwhelming soul talent to know just how rare soul attacking abilities were on the mortal plane.
But this was what was so special about the three eyed race. The truth was that they weren’t using their souls to attack at all. In fact, they were using normal qi. However, they had the ability to use this normal qi to directly impact the soul!
This sort of reality was devastating for the deities.
How could they have lived so long without knowing their own weaknesses? The Deity Race not only knew about their soul weakness, but they also took asures to stop it… The problem was that their ans of stopping powerful souls were completely useless because the thods of the three eyed race were so unorthodox!
“So, how would you like to end this?” Dyon asked casually.
The Deity Race Overlord’s gaze flashed with the smallest bit of emotion. For a race like them, this much was enough to prove he was boiling over.
He had no choice but to pay attention to Dyon, but this let his Overlord wife not to ntion the rest of the army wreak havoc among them.
Clara’s torrent of fla and wind qi lted their tallic bodies. Ri’s gorgeous kun peng drowned them in illusions they simply didn’t have the soul strength to pull themselves out of. Amphorae’s beautiful smile belied the harsh reality of her cruel slaughter, every note of her lyre reaping another dozen lives.
The most powerful of them all, Madeleine, strolling through the battlefield, taking out the most powerful with her godly atmospheric qi control and her deadly flas.
Maybe in their entire lifetis, the Deity race had never experienced such a one sided battle, even in their own victories.
“You can’t an to just stand there, right?” Dyon asked pitifully. “I was looking forward to battling a two facet Overlord.”
“There’s no point in battle. We lost the mont this world was separated from the true plane.” The Deity Race Overlord replied blandly.
His gaze flickered as he looked toward the three looming snakes who hadn’t partook in the battle… Their bone crowned heads stood tall and proud as though they were the rulers of the world.
With the world separated, there was too much they couldn’t do.
For one, he couldn’t contact the other five Overlords of their race. Secondly, there was no retreat. Thirdly, a 10-kiloter radius may sound like a lot, but even for a celestial, this is an incredibly small span, let alone for Dao Experts and Higher Existences.
In such a confined space, the weaker party had no chance. Not only could they not retreated as stated, they had no ability to maneuver or use guerrilla warfare… All the benefits they should have had due to this being their ho field was completely wiped away.
“However, I will still battle you. There is a 1 in 1 000 000 000 000 000 chance for to enter the three facet Overlord Realm while facing you. This is the only logical path remaining.”
The Deity Race turned his gaze back toward Dyon, still maintaining the very sa calm it had from the very beginning.
Dyon felt a faint admiration for the deity race at this point. Though others might be off put by their lack of emotion, didn’t their actions have a core of heroism to them? Even if his logic was kind of odd, it was still respectable.
Unfortunately, this wasn’t the 1 in a quadrillion chance the Overlord was looking for.
Though defeating a two facet Overlord was no longer as casual for Dyon, he had no need to put his life on the line either. If it wasn’t for him slowly training his Perception, it would have ended much sooner.
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