The two enormous mouths clashed like hungry beasts, biting each other in the violent airwaves. After what seemed like forever, the encounter finally ended with a roaring echo that carried far into the air.
Then, one gigantic figure spurted out a mouthful of blood from its equally gigantic mouth. The blood was black.
It then rolled over, a groan of pain escaping from his lips, and it flopped onto the ground and slowly transformed back into its original visage. It was no other than Benny.
Clearly, he had lost this battle.
But his opponent, Ricky, didn't look like he fared any better. The collision had thrown him back thousands of meters before he steadied himself on his shaky feet. Blood spilled down the corner of his mouth, and wounds were all over his tattered body.
"That was close. I could barely beat Benny even with the help of the holy runes, the chaotic power, the Ancestral Intent Formula, and the bright ancestral spirit. It seemed like he could fight no matter what I threw at him. And it looks like he still has the strength to fight.
Alas, this must be the last realm where I can challenge someone stronger than me with my own strength," Ricky lamented morosely.
"It's not a big deal, Ricky. You can just let him live if you can't kill him. Don't forget: you are here for the blood essence of the legendary beast in the Legendary Beast Tomb. This Benny isn't a threat anymore," the Dragon Intent Grass reassured him.
Ricky glowered at Benny as he wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth. He growled at the sullen-looking man. "Take your men and leave. Although I can't kill you, it's clear that you can't kill me either.
It will just be a waste of time if we continue to fight."
Although Benny had lost, he didn't seem afraid of Ricky. Instead, when he heard Ricky's words, he only sneered at the other man but didn't make any threatening moves.
Without a glance backward, Benny got up and left, with his companions following closely behind.
They thought they were stronger than Ricky, so they intended to take everything he had. Unexpectedly, he proved that he was much stronger than them, and they couldn't hold a candle to him even if the five of them teamed up against him.
On the flip side, Ricky didn't want to leave Benny and his men alive, for he knew he would never make friends with them.
The only way they would get along was if Benny gave up stealing his stuff, which would never happen. The Greed Beast tribe was nothing if not greedy.
And even though Ricky badly wanted to eliminate Benny and his men, he wasn't strong enough to do that, so he had no choice but to let them go.
Another reason to keep the peace was that the Legendary Beast Tomb had yet to open. If Ricky could avoid the ire of the legendary beasts' descendants, it would save him from unnecessary trouble.
"Let's hurry to our tribe's territory before anything else happens. We are too close to those guys' territory, and if they came back with reinforcements, we will be in serious trouble," Leilani warned the others once Benny and his men had left.
What Ricky didn't know was that his location had already been exposed the moment he approached the Legendary Beast Region. The saints of other forces that were after him had located him as well.
That was how powerful saints were. They could easily track down creatures that hadn't reached the Sage Level.
This ability had been granted to them because of their deep understanding of the heavenly law.
If only Ricky had activated the young realm or the old realm and concealed his strength with the space power, those saints wouldn't have been able to spot him.
But although these saints knew where Ricky was, they were yet to make a move against him. After all, they sensed the existence of that figure in black and were wary of it.
With the appearance of the Phoenix tribe's saints, they finally made out the mysterious man's face.
At this point, some saints showed up above the Legendary Beast Region, and all of them had their eyes on the two figures in front of them.
One was an elderly man clad in a fiery red robe, his hair red as the sunset.
Although he was an old man, he looked incredibly powerful and carried a strong blood vitality.
Every saint in the Misty South knew this man. He was Elder Woodrow of the Phoenix tribe, and he was at the Sage Level.
The other figure was a black-clad man, and his cloak concealed his face.
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