Chapter 1135 - Auction House (3) (1/2)

At that moment, Elder Bowa's expression was incomparably ugly. He had made so many confident deductions in the last 5 minutes, yet each was more wrong than the last. Or so he thought…

The array was completely gone now, but it hadn't been destroyed like Elder Bowa thought. Instead, it had been transferred into a large training room within the Demon Sage Tower that was currently in its smallest state, hovering outside the barrier that protected the auction house from the vacuum of space.

Although the process seemed simple, Dyon used every bit of the information he garnered while studying the array for the last hour. One had to remember that this array had a mechanism within that could obliterate a planet to ashes, let alone an asteroid.

The concept of obliterating a planet versus reducing it to ashes were so vastly different from one another than they might as well be unrelated. To reduce anything to ashes took an inconceivably and exponentially larger amount of energy than what was required to just destroy it.

Simply put, it could kill Dyon without leaving even a corpse to bury. For this reason, the array was built with durability comparable to that of a treasured weapon of the transcendent level. Even if Dyon was a hundred times more powerful, he wouldn't be able to shatter a transcendent weapon. Even breaking a grandmaster level weapon would push him to his absolute limits, even then, he might still fail.

The good news was that Elder Bowa understood none of this. He just believed that the array was more brittle than he assumed, but that just made him angrier.

His attendants panicked when they thought the protective shield was gone, stumbling in the air and almost falling despite being saints themselves. It was only afterward that they managed to recollect themselves.

It might seem odd that they were worried considering saints could survive in space as well, however, it followed the same concept as flying. Essence gatherers could fly, but they had severe limits in terms of speed and stamina. This was why most battles are still fought on the ground at that level.

In this same way, saints can survive in space, but it was a heavy burden to them. Considering how far they were from Planet Cathedral, it would take months of flying at top speed for even a celestial to make it back, maybe years. How could they as saints make it? That kind of journey would kill them, while for a celestial, it would push them to their absolute limits.

This was yet another thing Dyon was betting on. Dyon was certain that Elder Bowa wouldn't dare to destroy the protection around the asteroid, so this was why Dyon had his master slightly modify the protection to block communication and foreign energies.

The Demon Sage Tower was floating outside of this protection so that even if Elder Bowa wanted to trigger the fail safe, the newly modified barrier would interfere with the signal and disallow it. This also accounted for the possibility of the barrier interfering with teleportation as well. Dyon had thought of everything.

Now, Dyon could fight to his heart's content. All he had to do was stall, as long as he lasted long enough for all of the soul slaves to be teleported, he would win.

'Dyon, you need to be careful,' The 25th White Mother suddenly spoke. 'In order to modify the barrier, I used a combination of the defensive and concealment arrays you held in your red plaques, but that has its own downsides.