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Chapter 4230
Yente was a rare gem. The Cloud Race was also one of the Ten Great Races during the
Primordial Realm and had multiple Acmeans among them
However, the Acmeans of the Cloud Race sacrificed themselves during the battle, leaving
only the Grand Patriarch. But their Grand Patriarch was so badly injured that he has been
in hiding ever since to recover from his injuries.
Nowadays, rumors have it that the Cloud Race's Grand Patriarch was long dead.
The powerful figures of the Primordial Realm were numerous. There were at least fifty
Acmeans among them, excluding the Caelum Acmeans.
Even if the humans were defeated, the rest of the Greater Realms would not have it
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇteasier, for they also bore the brunt of the defeat. Yente was at the peak of the Quasi Acme
Rank. But it was incredibly difficult for her to step into the Acme Rank. She would require
the Chaos Sacred Lotus. All of her team members were confirmed a long while ago.
They even cultivated a Formation a million years ago, called the Thunderbolt Plough
Superformation. This was a mystical Formation in historic terms and was hidden in the
Cloud Race's Chamber of Scriptures.
"Wyot Dalibor?" Yente looked at James who was in front of her, asking calmly, "Where are
your team members? Do you
think you can beat us all alone?"
Facing Yente and four others, James still maintained his composure by greeting her
provocation with a smile, "I don't kill ordinary figures. Tell me your names.”
"Yente Yiskah from the Cloud Race." Yente was the first one to come out and stand in front
of her team members. She was tall and pretty. Her long, black hair swayed in the wind.
"Xristodoulos Yiskah from the Cloud Race." Another handsome man who was in his
twenties stood out. He was wearing a long, red robe and was holding a long sword. The
sword was pointed at James, emanating invisible Sword Energy.
"Fachtna Lebanah from the Thunder Race." Another one. He had the figure of a human,
but his skin was thoroughly black from head to toe. It was a sparkling kind of black. There
was even some silver light reflected off his face. His aura was so strong that it gave James
the impression that he was not a living being, but a bolt of voracious thunder. Once he
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmtransformed into thunder, the entire world could be destroyed.
"Reto Nascimbene from the Tengu Race."
"Tighearnach Toirdhealbhach from the Golden Tiger Race."
The five living beings reported their names consecutively. Apart from the two other Cloud
Race figures, the three were some insignificant races. Even if they were insignificant,
Fachtna, Reto, and Tighearnach were the powerful figures raised by their respective races.
They were at the Quasi
Acme rank, and their capacities were comparable to that of the figures on the Chaos
Ranking. More importantly, they created the Thunderbolt Plough Superformation, which
was incredibly powerful.
Their goal was to win the tournament and had full confidence in achieving this.
"Very well," James said confidently, "Don’t say I didn't warn you. You should attack me as a
team. Otherwise, you won’t have any chance of winning."
"Hmph," Xristodoulos said coldly. "Alright, let's see how great the Thousand Paths Holy
Body really is.”
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