Zhang Yuanqing immediately sank his consciousness and entered the Ninth Elder's body through the imprint in his sea of consciousness.
In the pitch-black basement, the golden giant clam lay quietly as a powerful, vigorous heartbeat echoed from within its shell.
"Thump, thump, thump, thump..."
One beat after another, each stronger than the last.
The creature inside the clam shell was about to be born, but certainly not now—not immediately!
That meant they needed to hold off the Light God High Priest for some time.
A group of Level 8 Sovereigns standing against a peak Level 9—even if Moneya, Eriga, and Cynthia were in the middle to late stages of Level 8, there was still a full level's difference.
As for Zhang Yuanqing himself, his experience was infinitely close to Level 8, though his actual combat power was harder to judge. Without counting items, his true strength was comparable to the middle stage of Level 8.
With his many sets and high-quality items included, he could contend with a Level 9 Sovereign.
After all, the Thunder God Set had reached the threshold of Level 9.
"Compared to the time at the Holy See Treasury, my experience has increased considerably. I can barely sustain the Thunder God Set for three minutes. If I can make contact during that time, heal my injuries, I can use it for longer..."
"I'll be the main force. The others will support me. We need to stall for as long as possible—the Primordial God is about to be born..."
As these thoughts flashed through his mind, Zhang Yuanqing leaped from the window and charged toward the howling mass of golden light.
Eriga, standing atop the bell tower, had already taken the initiative to intercept it when the golden light streaked toward Paphos Island.
"Whooo..."
Gigantic tornadoes