"Dream on!"
Saint Nusjuro used every means at his disposal, yet his entire body still felt as though it were bound by dozens of chains.
One of Shane's gigantic hands, on the scale of a prehistoric creature, held him firmly imprisoned.
The Five Elders, the noblest beings in the world, who had once possessed all its honor and wealth, had become beaten dogs at another's mercy.
What good would their wailing do when the gap in strength between the two sides was impossible to bridge?
The Five Elders' former arrogance had vanished, leaving only their pitiful struggles.
They, too, had once fought desperately to survive. Before attaining all this status, they had been monsters who could hold their own, admired by countless people, and the legends they had forged were beyond even the Four Emperors of the New World to imagine.
But when they knelt before Imu, when they were forcibly trapped within Shane's power.
People across the world watching this battle were losing their fear of the Five Elders.
They still feared the arrival of such monsters, whose slightest tempest could destroy an island.
Yet seeing the even stronger Shane strike gave people a sense of security.
It seemed the Five Elders were not invincible after all. As long as Shane was there, they could absolutely defeat the Celestial Dragons!
Their blood boiled, and their wills awakened.
All those unwilling to slave away for the Celestial Dragons and their lackeys were members of the D. Clan!
Even a bloodline as powerful as the Lunarians' could die out. Only the D. Clan would never perish!
"We are Nika!"
"If we tried too, could we become someone like Shane?"
"Absolutely not. No human could attain that kind of power in a lifetime. But if he holds off the Five Elders, we