Old Eighth and Old Ninth entered the fray.
With them came the decisive battle on Divine Mountain.
The heavyweights all involuntarily glanced toward the pair.
With powerful reinforcements on their side, the Dragon Kingdom's morale soared.
Those from the West looked as though their parents had died.
How long had the battle even been going on? The Great Sage and the Holy Arbiter had already been taken out by Gunman and Overlord, one after the other.
The remaining Pope, Old Bat, and Eve exchanged looks.
With only three at Nine Awakenings, whether they could even get past Old Eighth was still uncertain.
The world had plenty of geniuses and plenty of daredevils, but when it came to risking their lives while being so damn gifted, Old Eighth and Old Ninth stood above the rest.
Unless someone was more than two major tiers above them, they could hardly claim a guaranteed victory.
"This is the first time I've found these two brats so pleasing to the eye. Fuck!" Purple Gold Old Master held a saber in each hand, chasing down two Eden experts and hacking at them.
His air of slaughtering every living thing before him, friend or foe, was truly astonishing.
"The boys I raised are strong, of course," Overlord said, lying leisurely on the ground.
He clearly had no fighting strength left, yet he wasn't worried at all about anyone coming over to attack him.
With his two sons up front, anyone fucking blind enough to touch him could prepare for a fight to the death with Old Eighth and Old Ninth.
"You little bastards, quit showing off and finish them already!" More than a dozen facial skins circled Boss, and his face changed every time he used a skill.
Masks of legendary figures switched constantly, unleashing one divine