Chapter 287 (1/2)
Translator: Radiant Editor: Radiant
As soon as the doors opened on the pitch-black Battleship D9 hovering next to the Black White Deity Mountain, Si Kong Yang rushed back inside. He had left in order to distract Lord You Lan while the battleship assaulted him from a small distance. Alas, the plan failed; despite his eagerness to keep fighting, he still quickly went back inside the ship. He knew that even with the Nine Dragon Fire Deity grade armor boosting his power, he was at most comparable with a Deity warrior.
“What can we do? Do we have any other plan that can deal with this Lord You Lan?!” City Lady Bu quickly asked, to which Palace Head Chen shook his head. “Our greatest hope has already failed. The lightning serpent sent by Battleship D9 might be fast, but it has its weaknesses as well… Our Xia Clan might have many Deity grade scrolls, but they still have to be manually used and controlled.”
Deity grade scrolls could be used to attack and gain the upper hand, and the higher one’s comprehension was, the better they could control these scrolls. But they could never compare to the real might of a Deity, no matter how perfect one’s control was.
“There’s no guarantee we’ll successfully suppress them even if we use our Deity grade scrolls,” said Palace Head Chen. “Unfortunately, we have no scrolls which could restrict the True Meaning of Time Deceleration.”
“Only Deities can begin to slowly touch upon the Profound Mystery of Time. In the short time after they reached deityhood, our Xia Clan Ancestors have only gained limited comprehension towards Time. It’s not unreasonable for them to not have left any Deity grade scrolls able to restrict the True Meaning of Time Deceleration,” Mountain Lord He explained.
Grand Elder Palace Head was resigned. “We’re out of options. We have no way out of this predicament. They’ve massacred billions of our people; they’ve even slayed Feng Dong, yet we’ve no way of handling them!”
“I truly despise my lack of strength! I hate it!” Vice Mountain Head Zang Nuo growled.
Each of these Xia Clan Demigods were furious. They were bitter, yet there was nothing they could do. These enemies from the Dark Abyss were the cream of the crop, chosen from a wide selection. There was no way for the Transcendents from a mortal world to stand against them.
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As the Demigods were racking their brains, the three terrifying existences kept hovering in mid-air. The leader, Lord You Lan, was disinclined from giving the Xia Clan any more time, so he began speaking, “Transcendents of the Xia Clan, there are two options available to you. The first is to use all your treasures, including the Deity grade scrolls and even your Battleship D9, to fight me, You Lan! The second is to obediently give me thirty Deity grade scrolls as an apology for offending me.
“Those are your options—give me the 30 Deity grade scrolls, or fight me. Make your choice,” Lord You Lan continued, “I’ve no more time to waste here. I’ll give you ten breaths’ worth of time to discuss. If that amount of time passes, and I still haven’t received an answer, I can just start playing around. You lot might be able to hole up inside that battleship, but what about all the mortals in this Xia Clan World? You can’t stuff them up with you. I’ll kill all of them, not a single soul remaining. Have no doubt, I can easily do that.
“Starting from this moment, you have ten breaths worth of time left.”
On the other side, inside Battleship D9.
A group of Xia Clan Demigods were looking outside the main deck through a transparent wall, looking at the barefoot black-skinned young man covered in the white cloth. Unlike the majority of the other demons, he had no horns or scales, nor did his body show any other characteristics of a demon. Despite that, the Demigods all shivered; he was the worst, most terrible demon from the Dark Abyss they had ever seen.
“What should we do? What can we do?”
“We have to either fight or surrender?”
“In ten breaths worth of time, he’ll begin a massacre.”
Not only the Demigods, but even the six ordinary Transcendents of the Black White Deity Mountain inside the main deck all paled with anxiety. They began transmitting the situation left and right, and even started preparations for the evacuation of the nearby mortal population.
“What are we going to do?!” The heads of each member of the Xia Clan’s high echelon, including Palace Head Chen, Mountain Lord He, and the Grand Elder Palace Head all began to ache. They were sweating all over, and their expressions were hard to discern.
It was a crucial time!
“We can’t surrender; there’s no way! My Xia Clan would rather die than bow their heads to outsiders,” Si Kong Yang howled.
“We can’t surrender, but can we fight? We’d have to use countless treasures… What will we do in the future, when we’ll face the Sorcerer God and the Great Demonic God?” Mountain Lord He continued, a bitter taste in his mouth. “Do we flee? Do we watch from the sidelines as countless mortals of our Xia Clan are killed?”
“Then tell me, what do you think we should do?” Si Kong Yang urged.
“I…I don’t know either.” Mountain Lord He shook his head, faint traces of tears visible at the corners of his eyes.
They truly wished to put their full might on display and fight back. If it would rid them of this damnable Lord You Lan, they would even use the entire foundation of the Xia Clan. But they knew that if they did that, they really would be wiped out in the future battle against the Sorcerer God and the Great Demonic God. They would become the ones who doomed the Xia Clan for the sake of a moment’s delight.
“Mn?” The Demigods in the battleship turned their heads to look at a spot in mid-air where a dark tear in space had suddenly appeared.
“What? Who would dare rip through space to come here at such a moment.”
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