Celestial Bloodline

Bia landed on Kyle's shoulder with a thoughtful expression but took off when he hissed, as if he were in so much pain that he couldn't even tolerate her light weight.

She descended to the ground with a speechless expression. If he was in so much pain, why the hell did he have to take Damien's first hit head-on? With a shake of her head, she suddenly asked him to take out his communication crystal.

-"Contact Yue as well. She can notify the other powerful individuals to come here. That way, they can subdue Damien!"

Kyle blinked in surprise. He had nearly forgotten that he could also contact the people James knew. It seemed that his gluttonous bonded companion had finally started to show signs of intelligence.

Seeing the surprise in his eyes, Bia's eyebrow twitched. It wasn't hard for her to grasp what Kyle might be thinking. With a swift motion, she pinched the back of his hand with her nails and let out a huff.

- "Cease whatever you are thinking!"

Kyle let out a sigh and took out his communication crystal. A smile lit up his face when Yue answered immediately, as if she had been waiting for him to reach out. He cleared his throat, but knowing he would waste time on small talk, Bia intervened and explained their situation to Yue.

The elven woman remained remarkably calm even after discovering that they were in the presence of the first shadow general who was currently battling James.

That was to be expected, as Yue had even witnessed Kyle fight Azazeal, the powerful leader of the dark side. What else could possibly surprise her at this point?

Yue wasted no time and swiftly checked Kyle and Bia's current coordinates through the communication crystal before abruptly severing the connection to quickly inform Odiak and the others about the situation.

Kyle stared at the crystal in his grasp, wearing a complicated expression.

"That was quick..."

After storing the crystal in his mind space, he began healing his injuries while secretly watching Damien and James fight, only to furrow his brows. The fight was brutal, and James was the only one getting beaten up. On the other hand, the first shadow general appeared to be quite delighted.

But fortunately, James was successfully avoiding all the dangerous attacks with the instant teleportation skill.

Kyle's gaze shifted toward Onicuss's position. The latter was just floating in his place, watching the battle alongside others from the Dark race and Nightkin race.

"The dark side can be incredibly foolish sometimes. They have an opportunity to eliminate their long-time arch-enemy, yet instead of taking him down together right away, they're just relishing the show."

He clicked his tongue, and began silently waiting for the perfect moment to get to his prey. Just a little longer, as he could sense the silver spear had already reached its destination through the layer of void.

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Meanwhile, the air trembled as James's figure was sent flying once again, crashing into the ground with a thunderous impact that created a deep crater.

Dust and debris erupted around him as he gasped and spat out blood. His shirt hung in tatters, revealing numerous gruesome injuries that marred his body.

Damien's dark presence loomed above, casting an unsettling shadow. The first shadow general smirked with a sinister glint in his eyes, as he raised his hand. Instantly, dark energy began to gather around him, and James knew the man was conjuring another massive dark blade to deliver the final blow that would end him.

James let out a chuckle. He had regretted many things in his life, particularly the loss of his friends and comrades. But today, he experienced the deepest remorse of all as he watched Kyle die right before his eyes.

He couldn't save that young man-the one who might very well have had the potential to become one of the strongest.

Hearing him chuckle even in such a dire situation, Damien raised an eyebrow.

"What, are you happy about the fact that you're finally dying?"

James spat out the blood that had gathered in his mouth and, amid the pain, forced himself into a seated position.

"It doesn't matter if I die. I have lived long enough to be unafraid of death. But do you truly believe my death would bring victory to the dark side? No, never!"

He began to float.

"After all, there are many other powerful individuals in this universe who will rise to fight the dark side in my stead!"

Damien clenched his jaw. He hated James's arrogance-this misguided belief that somehow his side would win against the darkness. Oblivious to the harsh truth that the idea of good always triumphing over evil existed only in stories.

He disappeared from his position. There was no need to drag this any further. It was time to end his greatest enemy.

James's eyes widened as he sensed Damien's figure approaching with even greater speed than before. But he didn't waver; despite insisting he wasn't afraid of death, he knew he couldn't die right now. He feared that Elizabeth, his wife, might shatter the remaining seals of the realm of the dead herself just to come after him!

He quickly tapped into the natural law of time. He hadn't mastered it, but he could slow the time around him for a while. But he cursed as Damien was not affected in the least by the

natural law.

The massive dark sword had already materialized above him, poised to descend at the first shadow general's command.

James wasn't certain if he could successfully block the attack coming at him, so he resorted to instant teleportation to vanish from sight, only for his body to be violently yanked back from the void he had entered, causing him to cry out in pain.

His head buzzed, and the next instant, a punch landed squarely on his abdomen, sending his body crashing once again into the ground below. Damien glanced down, raising his hand with

a satisfied smirk.

"It's finally goodbye."

The massive dark sword above him plummeted with terrifying speed, aimed directly at James, who gasped for breath, his body screaming in pain as he struggled to move. However, his limbs betrayed him, leaving him helpless to do anything but watch as his doom drew ever

closer.

But just before the blade could crash, chains forged from pure spiritual energy surged down from the pitch-black sky of the planet, gripping it firmly in place.

James's struggle ceased as he stared blankly at the dark blade hovering just an inch from him. The radiant light from the chains holding the blade illuminated the space engulfed in dark

energy.

"This...?"

Relief flickered in his eyes, but his disoriented mind prevented him from moving from his position, let alone identifying who had helped him.

Damien's angry eyes fixed on the chains. They weren't powerful, but they were made with immense spiritual energy, and that's why they successfully halted his attack, which was

composed of dark energy.

"Who the hell dares to interfere??"

He roared in fury, extending his senses to locate the person who had the audacity to stop him.

It couldn't be Odiak or the other elders, as they didn't possess such a pure and vast amount of spiritual energy. A wild laugh escaped his lips when he detected an individual at the initial stage of supreme rank outside the planet's boundary.

"Haha, so it's just someone who has barely entered the supreme rank trying to dig their own

grave!"

He blinked, and a dark vortex materialized in the sky, pulling the audacious individual from outside the planet. In the next second, an elderly figure who seemed to be trying to flee the scene was forcefully drawn into the planet by the vortex's powerful pull.

Hubert, who was tightly clutching the gleaming spear that had sought him out in his arms, cursed all the ancestors of Kyle.

He desperately wanted to run away- of course, he hated Damien to the core-but he wasn't strong enough to fight him!

After he appeared here, he sensed someone dying, so he extended a hand of help, thinking it was Kyle. But it wasn't Kyle! His disciple, that bastard! Summoning him to die at the hands of his worst enemy! Yet, he himself was nowhere to be seen!

"Fuck! I take back what I said back then!"

The parting words he had spoken to Kyle when he had left the No Mana Land echoed in his

mind like a haunting melody.

'Rascal! If you ever find yourself in grave danger that threatens your life, throw the spear you have stolen into the air and it will come find me, and I will come to help you immediately.'