Chapter 869: A gathering of experts (2/2)

“But, Chief, that’s not enough time for us to devour all their energy,” said the confused Polo.

“Ten minutes!” said Han Hao assertively. He seemed rather impatient.

Polo had been in contact with Han Hao for some time but he had never seen him being so impatient. He understood that something major must have happened. With that, he raised no further objection but commanded his subordinates to make the most of the time.

Precisely ten minutes later, without uttering a word, Han Hao started flying towards the Pandemonium. His troops followed closely behind him.

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Back at the Pandemonium, the great battle was still ongoing. Ossora and Salas did not expect so many experts would gather around them.

By now, Ossora’s purpose in fighting Salas had changed slightly. His goal was no longer just to help Han Shuo defend the Pandemonium.

Although all Five Sovereigns were overgods, most people would still try to guess which among them was the strongest.

To most Fringedwellers, Tyre was known to be the strongest Sovereign while the other four were of about the same strength. It was thanks to this preconception that the super-experts from all over Elysium would tend to enlist themselves in Tyre’s army instead of the other Sovereigns. This caused Tyre’s power to grow stronger and stronger.

If Ossora could defeat Salas, then he would have proven to the world that he was stronger than Salas, Logue, and Wasir. Then he might be known to the Fringedwellers as possessing strength rivaling that of Tyre.

The real reason the Five Sovereigns had been constantly fighting was for reputation. In the Land of Chaos where might makes right, having a fearsome reputation was very beneficial as it would sway the to-be-Fringedwellers to submit to their rule, growing their power.

Salas had squandered the power of faith from billions of his worshippers during the battle against Han Shuo a few months back and he had just used up a good amount of divine energy on the Pandemonium. To Ossora, this was the perfect opportunity to defeat Salas and gain greater infamy. Of course he would not let go of the opportunity.

Salas was rather impetuous. If it was Logue who was in such a situation, he wouldn’t have fought Ossora for it was clear to this treacherous Sovereign who knew how to restrain himself that the odds were stacked against him.

But Salas cared nothing about these things. His mind was affixed with making retribution. All those who infringed upon his Sovereignty must pay back tenfold in blood.

For these reasons, it was unlikely that the two Sovereigns would stop fighting anytime soon.

The great disturbance over the Pandemonium had attracted various experts located nearby. However, they dared not get too close to the battlefield but gazed from a great distance. They could not see the battle clearly and could only determine the battle progress through the fluctuation of elemental energies.

Battles between overgods were extremely rare. Most ordinary divine beings would never have the opportunity to witness one in their lifetime. To a highgod who wished to further advance to the next realm, this was a once in a blue moon opportunity. By observing the battle between two overgods, they could possibly come to enlightenment and gain a more profound knowledge of those energies, and potentially unravel a few mysteries of the overgod realm.

Every late-stage highgod expert wanted to break through this nearly insurmountable cultivation hurdle. If they were to reach the overgod realm, they would possess even greater strength, enjoy even greater perks, and gain an even greater following. The temptations were much too strong to resist.

Therefore, gods from every region of the Fringe had gathered around the Pandemonium to witness the world-shaking battle of two overgods.

Some stringers had boldly ventured into the Pandemonium and discovered that it was covered with bodies. They sold the news to those gods who gathered near the Pandemonium and made a handsome profit. The Fringedwellers were surprised by what they learned and started discussing it with those around them.

All those dead bodies were Salas’ followers. Not a single of the perished came from the Pandemonium. Even one without a brain could deduce what the information meant.

Those observers suddenly became very curious and on guard towards the Pandemonium. They reminded themselves that they should not offend the Pandemonians unless they wanted trouble too great for them to afford.

A day passed and the battle grew only fiercer. The sky was filled with lightning bolts that slithered all around while the land was as tumultuous as the sea during a storm. Deafening explosions and powerful shockwaves repeatedly came from the region as lightning and earth energies in different forms would clash at every second.

On that day, a fat guy with a faint harmonious smile appeared above the Pandemonium. His small eyes glittered with astonished lights as he gazed at Ossora and Salas who were fighting in the distance.

A highgod of death sensed the changes in the energy of death in the environment. Upon raising his head and looking, he cried out in alarm, “It is Sovereign Logue! He’s here!”

The crowd simultaneously raised their heads to look in the same direction and they saw the beaming fatty. Their faces jolted and they left the area without making a noise, as though afraid of waking a sleeping monster.