Chapter 272: Time to Sleep (1/2)

The three mythical rank auras swept through the battlefield in an instant. It was as dominating as it was suffocating. Ally and foe alike, they felt their skin crawl and their hearts beat a tune of fear. The only mythical rank monster they'd ever encountered was the dragon that had become Ed's Avatar. It was unfathomable for three to appear in one place, at the same, especially in their world.

”What a terrifying aura!” Dawlish, who stood next to Johan, exclaimed.

His son was the next to talk. ”Their cultivation is lowerSomehow that is not as reassuring as I thought it would be,” he said with a nervous grin. ”I wonder if that skeleton is the one that created all those undead.”

”I don't see anyone else that fits the description of a necromancer more than it,” Dawlish said. The duo talked while keeping their instincts sharp. They didn't know where the attack might come from next, and they especially on guard against Raikou, who's ripped an Immortal Establishment level 7 cultivator's neck as if it was a piece of rotten bread.

However, not once did they spare the time to check on the Blood sect's master. At this point, he was an afterthought to them; they were confident in his survival. They knew that the dragon's flames would feel like a summer's breeze to him. After all, they had recognized the dragon. It was the same dragon that No-b asked for as a gift for his attack on Scale kingdom two years ago. It took a great deal of convincing Erykytos.

Back at the blood sect's headquarters, the black dragon was still giving it his all, releasing all the pent up rage it had with no regards to Ed's safety. Of course, it knew that his flames had no effect, as he couldn't feel any reaction from underneath, but he didn't stop.

Under the Susanoo's bones, Ed looked at Gobuta's peculiar action; he was licking his palm. Quickly, however, Ed noticed the traces of blood on it.

”What happened?” he asked.

”The man earlier, with the great sword,” Gobuta answered, ”I stopped his sword with my hand but he still cut me. I really want to fight him!”

Ed noticed Gobuta's eyes glow with a maniacal light. 'Is this because he carried the Demon Lord title?' Ed thought to himself and sighed. He raised his hand high and chopped down on Gobuta's head. ”That's what sword do, you idiot! They cut!” he said. ”Plus, you already know the plan. It's my dad who's going to fight Dawlish. He called it fate. After all, their parents fought over a hundred years ago. And the one I'm going to fight is no one other than...”

Before Ed could finish his sentence, he felt the flames of Entei let up. The dragon finally had his fill, or so it seemed. He swept down on Erykytos. The mountain-sized dragon moved the atmosphere with his flight speed. It instantly felt like the surrounding air shifted position towards the dragon. The difference in size between the dragon and the master was like an elephant and an ant. Yet, as the distance between the two shrunk down, the two seemed to switch their sizes.

”How boring,” Erykytos said. ”I would have preferred to fight one of those three.”

The aura of the blood sect master exploded; it was his turn to overwhelm the battlefield. His Qi alone rivaled that of the three mythical monsters. Erykytos held his hands out and the right hovered above the left. He closed his left eye and focused with the other one; the dragon was sandwiched between the hands. Then, as he clapped the two of them, the dragon seemed to love all of his mobility mid-air. His wings folded forcefully, and his body seemed as if was squeezed between two cymbals.