Screee—
A long, strange cry rang out in the night sky.
Netero glanced sideways and saw the Zoldyck Family's creature—neither quite dragon nor bird—soaring down from the clouds.
Zeno and Silva stood on its back.
Zeno nodded to Netero, then pointed at the creature beneath him, inviting Netero to climb aboard.
Netero understood. He leapt again, stepping onto the Dragon Bird Magical Beast's talons as he flew up.
He landed on the creature's broad, long back, and the Hundred-Type Guanyin faded away.
Netero glanced at Zeno, paused, then let out a mocking laugh.
"Zeno, didn't you say you'd never involve yourself in anything beyond the mission? What are you still doing here?"
Zeno clasped his hands behind his back and chuckled.
"Because it's a rare sight. The fall of the strongest man of an era, and the birth of two monsters."
Netero wasn't angry. He simply laughed heartily.
From the time Zeno could barely speak to his present old age, he had regarded Netero as the strongest man on the Six Continents.
There was no doubt that his feelings toward Netero amounted to reverence. His words just now had merely carried a hint of melancholy.
The waves of the Yangtze River pushed the waves ahead. It wasn't just Zeno—even Netero, universally regarded as a timeless pillar of martial arts, had been caught up to and surpassed by the younger generation.
It was a truly complicated feeling.
Zeno and Silva had watched the battle from above. They couldn't see every detail clearly, but the clashes of Nen Energy had given them a general sense of how neither Gelman nor Meruem would yield.
It had even been impossible for Netero to interfere.
The fight was so fierce that there was no room to catch one's breath.
If Netero insisted on having the