Saint-Domain Magical Beast

After the third wave of magical beast unrest, there was no movement for quite a while before Wharton finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"Thank goodness there weren't any Level Nine Magical Beasts, or it would have been dangerous," Wharton murmured.

"What exactly caused this upheaval? Even eighth-level magical beasts are fleeing."

"Awooo!"

"Roar!"

Just then, several roars echoed from the depths of the Magical Beast Mountain Range.

From the sounds, Wharton could tell they had come from dragon-type and tiger-type magical beasts.

"Could the owners of those voices be the ones who caused this beast tide?" Wharton wondered.

"Should I go take a look? From the sound of it, they don't seem far from here." Wharton immediately found himself torn.

But before Wharton could make up his mind, as he was still considering whether to go over, he felt the ground beneath his feet begin to tremble. It was like an earthquake, and it was getting closer and closer to his position.

"Could Saint-Domain Magical Beasts be fighting? How could there be such enormous shockwaves?" Following the vibrations, Wharton secretly made his way toward their source. Danger was danger, but if he left now, he would still have to face endless magical beasts. He might as well take this risk.

If Saint-Domain Magical Beasts really were fighting, perhaps he could pick up some benefit. Carefully concealing his aura along the way, he found a good spot atop a small hill not far from the battlefield.

In a valley, Wharton saw two magical beasts battling in midair. One was a golden tiger, ten meters tall and seventeen meters long. Its opponent was an azure Thunder Dragon, no smaller than the Golden Giant Tiger. They were currently facing each other from a distance of one hundred meters.

"Rastel, don't go too far! Otherwise, even if I die, I'll make sure you die with me!" the Golden Giant Tiger said to the azure Thunder Dragon before it.

"Deloris, don't be so naive. Do you think you're still a match for me? Hahaha..." the Saint-Domain Thunder Dragon laughed.

They really were Saint-Domain Magical Beasts. The moment the two magical beasts spoke, Wharton grew extremely nervous as well. These were two Saint-Domain Magical Beasts. If they discovered him, even a casual spell would be enough to leave not even his bones behind. He lay flat where he was, not daring to make the slightest movement.

Saint-Domain Magical Beasts generally had names. So the Golden Giant Tiger was called Deloris, while that Thunder Dragon was called Rastel.

"Hmph, you're truly despicable. If I hadn't just given birth and my body hadn't recovered yet, would you be my match?" Deloris, the Golden Giant Tiger, said.

So that was it. No wonder the Golden Giant Tiger was so badly injured. Because he was a little far away, Wharton could not always hear their conversation clearly, but he knew their talks had fallen apart. The two Saint-Domain Magical Beasts began fighting once more. Countless boulders in the valley turned to dust, and innumerable trees were destroyed. Every attack shook the earth and mountains. Though he was far away, Wharton was nearly shaken off several times.

Wharton could not see the battle between Saint Domains at all. In the final instant, he only saw the Golden Giant Tiger risk everything, unleashing a final strike far stronger than its previous aura. It bit through the Thunder Dragon's neck, while it too fell from the sky.

"Boom!"

The two enormous corpses crashed onto the ground from the air, kicking up a cloud of dust that made it impossible to see what had happened within.

About two hours later, Wharton sensed that there was no more movement. Once the dust settled, he saw the motionless bodies lying on the ground. Wharton cautiously crept toward where the two Saint-Domain Magical Beasts had fallen, not daring to let down his guard in the slightest.

When Wharton approached the two magical beast corpses, a voice suddenly rang out in his mind. "Hello, young man."

Wharton looked around and saw that the Golden Giant Tiger was not dead yet—and was looking at him. It gave Wharton quite a fright. Before a Saint Domain, he did not even have the ability to resist.