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Aelira evaluated Tyrion's steady gaze and hesitated. Then, she nodded. "Alright. You go first. We'll distract the bronze statues for you. Remember, if you encounter Aetheron and his group, just try to buy time."

"Okay."

Tyrion nodded. Then, he moved like a hunting leopard as he slipped between two bronze statues and rapidly disappeared into the darkness.

"Will he be alright?" Lara was a bit worried as she looked in the direction where Tyrion had disappeared.

Aelira shook her head and softly replied, "I don't know where he gets that confidence from, but right now, I can only choose to trust him."

Lara, Nyxa, Michael nodded. That was all they could do in the current situation. Just hope that nothing happened to Tyrion.

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Shhhhhhhu!

As the darkness enveloped the center of the basin, a single figure streaked over the inky blackness — it was Tyrion. Suddenly, he came to a halt. His feet briefly brushed the ground before he came to a full stop more than ten feet away from a Bronze Guardian.

Bang!

A steel fist fell with the power of a meteor striking the earth, right at the spot where Tyrion had touched just a few moments before. A series of cracks spread over the ground.

Tyrion steadied his feet as his Genetic energy surged and he burst forward again. He swiftly passed through a gap in the Bronze Guardian's offense.

Right now, he was somewhere deep inside the basin. As a result, the number of Bronze Guardians had increased, and they'd grown more violent as well — to the point that even Tyrion didn't dare to confront them. All he could do was take advantage of the gaps between them and charge ahead.

However, his charge only lasted for a few minutes before he was cut off, and Tyrion suddenly found himself surrounded by six Bronze Guardians. They moved their mountainous steps as they rained punches down that could shatter the sky.

Tyrion warily observed the Bronze Guardians as they sealed off his only path of retreat. Finally, he knitted his brows and waved his sleeve, summoning his own Bronze Guardian. It stood like a stone shield before him.

Bang!

Six heavy stone fists landed on Tyrion's Bronze Guardian, and more cracks spread over its body. At last, it exploded with a bang.

Tyrion felt his heart ache. The statue had been a faithful servant to him, and he hadn't expected to see it destroyed just like that. It was too much of a waste.

"I wonder if the Overlord Ivory Medal has any effects on these Bronze Guardians?"

Tyrion felt excitement in his heart. He'd been entertaining the idea for a while, but the Bronze Guardians had been too violent for him to risk it. He was also afraid that he'd repeat the situation in the stone palace hall — that he'd only end up provoking the bronze statues to attack even more. But now that he'd been driven into a corner, he couldn't care less about those risks.

Tyrion decided that it was time to act. With a wave of his hand, the Overlord Ivory Medal appeared in his hand and he activated it with his Genetic energy. The silver medal began flickering with a faint glow.

The moment the Overlord Ivory Medal appeared, Tyrion noticed that the Bronze Guardians' attacks had become sluggish. But before he could celebrate the fact, they attacked him anyways.

"It doesn't work?"

A smear of disappointment flashed through Tyrion's eyes. So it seemed he couldn't rely on the Overlord Ivory Medal to control these Bronze Guardians.

However, it wasn't entirely useless. At least its presence had slightly suppressed their attacks — which meant that the Overlord Ivory Medal had some effect after all.

Something flickered in Tyrion's eyes as he poured everything into the Overlord Ivory Medal. The glow from its metallic surface grew stronger, and Tyrion was enveloped in its light.

From a distance, Tyrion looked like a patch of fuzzy white light. You couldn't even see his tracks if you tried.

While Tyrion was bathed by the white glow, he kept an eye on the six Bronze Guardians that'd been attacking him. Their offense had finally ceased and their scarlet stone eyes had dimmed to a flickering glow in their empty sockets.

"It looks like the Overlord Ivory Medal can interfere with the bronze statue's senses! They can't see me!"

Tyrion finally had a grasp of what was going on, and a moment of exhilaration passed over him. Even though the Overlord Ivory Medal couldn't control the Bronze Guardians like he'd imagined, he could use it to interfere with their senses. With it, he could reach the heart of the basin with the greatest speed.

This was no time to delay. Tyrion stepped up his speed and charged through the statues in a flash, heading towards the depths with lightning at his wake.

This time, Tyrion encountered no other obstacles. The Bronze Guardians he passed only stared at him with blank expressions, without attacking.

Borrowing the medal's cloaking effect, Tyrion passed through the field of bronze statues within minutes. Finally, he slowed his pace when he sensed that there were fewer Bronze Guardians in the area. Up ahead, it looked like there were none.

"Am I already at the heart?"

Suddenly, Tyrion sensed something. He sped up again, and a moment later, the darkness began to retreat from his vision. What appeared before him was a dusky landscape scattered with large stones. At the center of these stones stood a black bronze pillar roughly a hundred metres wide.

This bronze pillar didn't give off a majestic feeling like the ones from before. But now that Tyrion knew why, his heartbeat quickened.

As Tyrion carefully approached it, he realised this black bronze pillar wasn't made of ordinary stone — in fact, it wasn't made of stone at all, nor was it made of gold or wood. However, it appeared extremely ancient. A strange design was scrawled over its surface. As Tyrion studied it, a baleful energy ripple quietly began to spread around him, strong enough to devour the heavens and earth.

Tyrion's eyes turned a little red.
now

He felt himself go unfocused for a moment as he drew even closer and lightly placed his hand on the mottled surface.

"BOOM!"

The moment he touched the pillar, a massive explosion sounded in his mind. Images flashed through his consciousness.

There was a deep pool filled with scarlet liquid that looked like blood. Human bodies were being tossed down from somewhere above and melted as they splashed into the pool. Down under the bloody surface stood a black pillar and a hidden demonic god that devoured all with its baleful energy ripple.

Above the abyss stood a fuzzy figure with white hair, clad in a white robe. He looked exactly like the White Dragon Overlord.

The figure looked down upon the bloody scene and a look of unbearable pain flashed through his eyes. He slowly clenched his fist.

Boom!

The bloody pond was jolted by an explosion and a column of blood suddenly rose from its surface and reached for the clouds. The abyss split open and the bloody light soared from the the pool and into the heavens, and remained suspended upon the horizon.

The black pillar was painted in rivers of endless blood. An endless flow of demonic patterns swirled around on its surface. The support was rent with deep claw marks, as if it'd collapse at any moment.

The sudden outburst from the ancient demonic pillar shattered everything. Even the heavens and earth seemed to lose their colour in that single moment. An endless baleful energy ripple blew across the scene, causing even yin and yang to tremble.

Even the powerful being who stood above the abyss, shrouded in light, couldn't help taking a step back in the face of such a baleful energy ripple.

Tyrion concentrated his mind on the scene. The baleful energy ripple even seemed to infect his heart as an ominous feeling replaced his rationality.

"ROAR!"

A clear roar of a tiger a dragon and a devil suddenly resounded within his body. The sound wave instantly woke Tyrion from that state of mind.

Tyrion recovered with his body drenched in a cold sweat. He looked up at the cracked pillar with the expression of a hungry ghost. It was almost in his hands. However, he retreated with eyes filled with astonishment and wariness. He had almost lost himself!

What was that goddamned bronze pillar? Why did it possess such a frightening baleful energy ripple?

Tyrion knitted his brows as he moved his eyes over the black pillar. Finally, his eyes found the peak, where there rested a white Super cell, roughly the size of an infant's head.

Its clear surface sparkled as it dispersed the darkness with a milky-white light. Tyrion's heart grew calmer as he stared at that light.

A heavy atmosphere rolled within the white Super cell, like a sea of clouds. He could barely make out the shape of a white dragon roaming within its curved surface and hear its vigorous cries.

"That's..."