Chapter 132: Chapter132-Negotiating with a God-Tier


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    The clear blue sky seemed to be torn in two by a terrifying force, revealing a dark, abyssal crack that stretched endlessly, chilling to behold.


    Even the light that shone into thisrge ck fissure was instantly swallowed, leaving itpletely dark.


    At that moment, from within the rift, a massive white hand reached down, asrge as a mountain, easily crushing Owen''s deadly attack.


    The hand continued to approach Owen and Leslie, its five fingers gradually closing, pulling the surrounding space inward and copsing toward its palm.


    With the appearance of this hand, the nine Fallen Angels, who had been weakened and despairing, suddenly sensed something and looked up in shock at the hand.


    As members of the Fallen Angel n, they recognized this hand immediately-it was etched into their very bones!


    It belonged to the former n leader of the Fallen Angels-Oya!


    The Fallen Angel n had long lifespans, and they had once seen this n leader, whose strength was unfathomable and whose talent was exceedingly rare within their n.


    Previously, they believed they would never see this elder n leader again, as he had ascended to the legendary god-tier and moved to a higher ne.


    But now, unexpectedly, he had intervened!


    "My Lord!"


    The nine Fallen Angels knelt to the ground in unison, like wronged children seeing their guardian, and immediately began toin:


    "They, they are the ones who killed members of our Fallen Angel n without any reverence and were about to annihte our n!"


    "Yes, old n leader, these people are too wicked. Our n already has few members, and the Grand Elder was brutally killed by them. We beseech you to eliminate such ruthless individuals!"


    As they spoke, their voices carried both pleading and anger.


    Although Owen and Leslie were powerful, they were nothing more than mere nuisances before the old Oya!


    After the nine Fallen Angels spoke, Owen and Leslie could clearly feel an unimaginably terrifying aura descending from the massive rift in the sky above!


    The aura locked onto them!


    Under this aura, they felt like leaves in a storm,pletely helpless.


    All of their abilities seemed utterly powerless against such an overwhelming force!


    Seraphina became even more frightened and panicked, as this aura was beyond itsprehension!


    Leslie silently calcted and judged in her mind, realizing that even if she gave it her all, they wouldn''t stand a chance against the owner of that giant hand.


    This was not a battle on the same level-a true overwhelming strike!


    Meanwhile, Edward and the prodigies present were all staring up in shock at the great rift in the sky.


    Though they didn''t know the identity of the giant hand, it was clear to them that the one who intervened came from a higher ne!


    The power was unimaginable!


    While they had previously had great faith in Owen and Leslie, they now felt only deep despair. This visitor was an entity from the upper ne; even if Leslie and Owen were dozens of times stronger, they couldn''t possibly be a match for it.


    But who was this suddenly appearing presence?


    Could it be a powerful figure from the Fallen Angel n?!


    As the crowd''s attention shifted from Owen and Leslie to the giant hand, a gray-ck figure descended from the sky.


    It was a Fallen Angel with a form that seemed both solid and ethereal, its features unclear but its shape remarkably simr to humans, with not one pair of wings but three.


    A six-winged Fallen Angel!


    Owen''s heart skipped a beat.


    Ordinary Fallen Angels only had two wings; this one far surpassed them, existing on a life level beyond this ne.


    Owen vaguely remembered something about six-winged Fallen Angels, so he steadied himself, calmed Seraphina at his feet, and took deliberate steps toward the six-winged Fallen Angel.


    Everyone who saw this was shocked, thinking that Owen was courting death.


    The six-winged Fallen Angel''s gaze slowly focused on Owen, emanating a piercing, chilling light.


    But Owen was not afraid, for he knew the real purpose of this six-winged Fallen Angel, Oya. "Perhaps we can talk. There''s no need to make this situation so tense. After all, we don''t have a life-and-death grudge with the Fallen Angel n. On the contrary, if we cooperate, it would benefit both you and me."


    Owen spoke slowly, his eyes steady and confident, even as the pressure emanating from Oya grew increasingly terrifying, almost suffocating him.


    "Just you?"


    Oya sneered.


    Although he could see at a nce that Owen''s talent was exceptional, he was still too young.


    In front of him, or rather in front of this projection of himself, Owen was nothing but an ant. Owen was well aware of Oya''s disdain and replied directly:


    "Then why haven''t you attacked us yet?"


    As soon as he said this, the overwhelming aura emanating from Oya momentarily halted.


    Sensing this, Owen smiled confidently and said:


    "For someone of your level, a few powerful members of the Fallen Angel n dying wouldn''t concern you, and you wouldn''t interfere lightly. The real reason for your intervention must be rted to the potential extinction of the Fallen Angel n."


    "Even though these nine Fallen Angels are rtively important and numerous within your n, if I didn''t intervene, they would eventually perish with time, pushing the Fallen Angel n closer to extinction."


    Oya squinted, feeling that Owen seemed to know many secrets about the Fallen Angel n.


    "Interesting. If you can truly prove your value, then coboration between us is possible."


    Hearing this, Owen rxed slightly.


    Organizing in his mind the information and intelligence about the Fallen Angel n from the original story, he continued:


    "The Fallen Angel n is a race that fell from the upper realm, having a thin connection to this ne, thus requiring contracts to sustain their existence-that''s one." "Secondly, the reproduction of the Fallen Angel n requires the blessing of the Holy Tree within your n, but the Holy Tree has been withering recently. Soon, it will be difficult for the Fallen Angel n to reproduce normally."


    "And the essential material for the Holy Tree to sprout again is the blood of the spellbeast with the strongest bloodline in this ne."


    Saying this, Owen nced back at Seraphina, who was anxiously retreating, and said


    seriously:


    "The real reason you came here wasn''t to stop me from killing the members of the Fallen Angel n but because you sensed Seraphina''s aura!"


    Hearing this, Seraphina shrank back in fear.


    Though she had just hatched, her unique bloodline gave her a keen sense of danger.


    Before, she hadn''t known where the danger wasing from, but now, with Owen''s words,n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    she immediately realized that the threat came from the suddenly appearing six-winged


    Fallen Angel!


    He harbored ill intentions toward her!


    The expressions of the nine Fallen Angels changed abruptly.


    They didn''t fully understand why Oya had suddenly appeared, but what Owen mentioned


    about the Fallen Angel n''s difficulties in reproduction and the withering of the Holy Tree was indeed a closely guarded secret and a fact!


    Otherwise, they wouldn''t have attempted to form contracts with the top human prodigies,


    trying to find other ways to continue their lineage.


    But how did Owen know so much?!


    Instantly, the nine Fallen Angels turned their gaze toward Oya.


    Oya''s old brows furrowed and then slowly rxed, saying:


    "You''re a clever young man."


    "Although I don''t know where you learned this information, you''re right—the bloodline


    inheritance of the Fallen Angel n is indeed in trouble."


    The bloodline of the Fallen Angel n is extremely unique, with interlinked bloodlines; the more people and stronger individuals in the n, the stronger the bloodline power, benefiting the entire n.


    But now, with the dwindling of the Fallen Angel n, he clearly felt that the power of the


    Fallen Angel bloodline was waning.


    And the solution was exactly as Owen said: the premier spellbeast of this ne could help rejuvenate the Holy Tree, thus revitalizing the Fallen Angel bloodline.


    Thinking of this, he no longer concealed his gaze, openly fixing it on Seraphina.


    When Owen summoned this spellbeast, Oya had sensed its significance. Although this spellbeast had not yet matured, it already showed great promise and was


    remarkably exceptional.