The moment the coldugh and bloodthirst started from the grey-cloaked Elder, several white-clothed men darted out from behind him. With a quick flick of their hands, several ck spears swung and created multiple spear images that were hurled towards Tyrion.


    The crackling de shed and a pitch-ck & devil Qi mes burst outwards from Tyrion''s body. The de flickered with ck mes and blocked all of the spear images that rained down on him.


    ang! aang!


    The de collided with the spears and shattered  them to ashes with its ck mes and thunder. These white-clothed individuals weren''t as strong as the four from before — they should be Demonic Fighter initial stage. However, their actions were extremely well coordinated. Even a Quasi-Fiendgod might get killed in a fight against them.


    Tyrion looked up at the grey-cloaked Elder, who was staring back at him with the eyes of a venomous snake. This Fiendgod old bat was the one Tyrion truly feared. Such power was quite overbearing with his current strength. This old man would be a great threat, if he decided to move against him. Moreover, he didn''t possess the Sacred Treasure as he had used it in his fight  against The Dean.


    Tyrion had no backup, at present, and it was unlikely that he''d be able to carve an escape route out, likest time. His situation was especially un-reassuring.


    Several others nearby had noticed the confrontation between Tyrion and the members of White Dragon Overlord City. However, they only afforded a cursory nce, before they took the initiative to leave the area. It was clear that they didn''t want to get themselves involved.


    "I must find an opportunity to escape." Tyrion frowned. They should be within the vicinity of the Overlord Sacred dimensional relics, so, if he started a fight with Aetheron right now, there would be too many unstable factors. He couldn''t tell if there were going to be more reinforcements from White Dragon Overlord City.


    On top of that, he had to stay wary of the others, who were eyeing him like tigers watching their prey.


    "Trying to escape?"


    Tyrion flicked his eyes towards the grey-cloaked Elder, who darkly smiled back at him. Then, something shed in the elder''s eyes. He clenched his dried-up fists as a powerful Gic energy surged into an arc of light and formed into a massive spear. The Gic energy of the arc throbbed and gave it an astonishing might.


    "The old fellow is about to act!"


    Tyrion''s face couldn''t help to changed as he retreated.


    The grey-cloaked Elder stepped forward with a cold smile on his face. Then, his image turned fuzzy for a moment, as if it was formed from wisps of smoke. With a single step , he''d closed the empty space between himself and Tyrion.


    Tyrion immediately pushed his sh step to its ultimate form; however, the old man still managed to catch up. Whateverbat  Art this old man practiced, it clearly surpassed sh step.


    "ck Dragon Spear!"


    The dark spear in the elder''s hand vibrated and exploded with a brilliant light as it lunged forward. The majestic Gic energy moved like a ck dragon and swiped at Tyrion. A sharp bloodthirst whipped past him.


    Tyrion didn''t dare to pause as the shocking gale blew past him. Instead, he raised his head and activated all of his trump card.


    "Tiger morph, Ancient Mammoth-dragon physique, Fiendgod body, devil Qi, ck-fire super cell!"


    His body expanded and ballooned as he grew to a terrific twenty meters tall abomination.


    That wasn''t all, he brought out a shield which expanded to match his height as he powered it with his entire might.


    "BAAAANG!"


    The long spear smashed into the Nineyered Pagoda, causing it to tremble with a metallic sh. The force of the impact flowed towards Tyrion and made his blood surge as a tiny drop escaped his lips.


    [+1999 damage points]


    "Uhn? A Fiendgod talent? No wonder."


    "Hmm?"


    The grey-cloaked Elder made another sound of surprise. Not even a peak Demonic Soldier Fiendgod talent should be able to withstand that attack; however, this youth had managed it with the help of this treasure.


    "Seal this entire area. I want to see how long he canst." That grey-cloaked Elder coldly ordered. His eyes focused as he took another step forward. His majestic gic energy circted as he released his Fiendgod energy in an explosive burst of strength. The ck spear in his hands stabbed out with an air-ripping speed like missiles, causing waves on the surface of the magmake.


    Tyrion mobilised his sh Step to dodge the grey elder''s increasingly ferocious attacks. Once again, he told the shield with his six hands to withstood the attacks.


    But if this goes on, he''d be thoroughly suppressed.


    "Sir Quin, remember not to kill him. I don''t want him dying so easily!" Aetheron stood outside their range, savagely ring at the disadvantaged Tyrion.


    "Rest assured, Young City Lord. I won''t let him escape." the grey-cloaked Elder darkly smiled as a chill revealed itself in his eyes. His attacks intensified even further.


    Tyrion made a jolty retreat, with a gloomy expression on his face. The old man''s overbearing posture had provoked his anger.


    Tyrion felt pressured by the old man''s Fiendgod Stage Initial Phase strength, but he also knew that he would have to suffer the consequences of going all out.


    "Hey, old fart, if you want to y, then I''ll y with you!"


    There was a murkiness in Tyrion''s eyes as he activated Heavenly Tribtionsl Thunder. A surge of frighteningly powerful energy rippled line the world was about to shatter.


    "Hmm?" The grey-cloaked Elder sensed the Gic energy wave s and focused on them. So, this brat really does have some tricks up his sleeve. No wonder he managed to kill the four Spectral sentinels.


    The moment before Tyrion executed the Heavenly Tribtion Thunder, he stole a nce at the boiling magma. A trace of shock suddenly shed through his previously cold eyes.


    Even though Tyrion''s attention had been split, the speed at which he drew the surrounding ''Dust'' energies didn''t slow for even a moment.


    "Brat, you''re reckless to split your attention while fighting me!"


    The grey-cloaked Elder had noticed the diversion of Tyrion''s attention and he turned into a strand of fuzzy smoke that reappeared above Tyrion with lightning speed. Waves of Gic energy moved through the ck spear as it cut downwards.


    His first set of arm immediately brought the huge shield behind him. The second set of arms conjured a shield made of dark-blue lightning behind Tyrion as hisst set of arms called upon thx heavenly thunder.


    "CLAAAANG!"


    The elder''s fierce attack drove into the shileled, which turned dull and quickly shrank, before it crashed into Tyrion.


    Tyrion suffered from heavy blow and tumbled backwards into the magma with a "pfff!"


    The waves of magmapped upwards as Tyrion disappeared beneath them.


    The grey-cloaked Elder stood in the sky, watching the magmake in surprise. Could that brat really have died just like that?


    Aetheron quickly flew over to him with a wary expression. He clenched his fist and said, "That brat won''t die so easily. Fish him out! I''ll grind his bones to dust!"


    The grey-cloaked Elder shook his head and replied, "Young City Lord, thiske is filled with me miasma. Even if one can withstood the magma itself with their gic energy, they will still be corroded away by the me miasma. That brat fell in; his death is certain."


    Aetheron''s face twisted with refusal. He hated Tyrion down to his bones and still had ns for ruthlessly torturing him. He didn''t expect Tyrion to simply die like that.


    "We''ll stand guard here. If he does survive, he''s certain not to stay in there for long. The moment he reappears, we''ll capture him." The grey-cloaked Elder replied as he swept an eye over the magmake.


    Aetheron nodded and gritted his teeth. "Little trash, you better not die so quickly!"


    They took separate positions in the air as they probed the surface of theke with their senses. However, they were ultimately left bewildered and empty-handed after guarding the area for a full ten minutes, without a sign of Tyrion.


    "That brat definitely died in there," the grey-cloaked Elder solemnly dered. There was no way he could''ve survived after so long. Not to mention that the brat was still a Super soldier.


    Aetheron whipped his sleeves around.


    "Young City Lord, let us reconvene with the City Lord. Obtaining the treasures left behind by the White Dragon Overlord is still of utmost importance," the elder said.


    Aetheron could only nod his head as he nced at the magmake''s onest time, before reluctantly leaving.


    Aetheron left, clearly not knowing that Tyrion — who he thought to be dead — was still hiding out in the depths of the magmake. His body was shrouded in ck mes. With the ckfire me from his super cells as well as his devil Qi guarding him, the magma was no threat at all; the so-called me miasma couldn''t get through his devil Qi guard.


    Tyrion swam around in the scarlet magma, constantly keeping an eye out for dangers. His ck fire super cell grafted within him suddenly felt a peculiar rippleing from deep down.