Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 4207

Lawler, Duran, the other Bird Masters, Alphonse and the other human spirits were all raring to initiate the fight.

It was, after all, better than doing nothing.

They were bound to face the Treacherous Beings starting to come alive one after another anyway.

But the Monkey Spirit King had the final say here.

The Bird Masters and the human spirits couldn't disobey his order.

An hour had passed when they suddenly spotted a space fluctuation in the distance, rapidly coming nearer and nearer. Before long, it was already floating close to the altar. It was in the shape of a ball, enclosing something shining with a golden light.

The Primeval Lord of Heaven's eyes widened in sudden recognition. "This is a set of coordinates!" he exclaimed.

"The coordinates of the Snake Spirit King?"

"The two golden crosses are huge. It must be his!"

The sizes and coordinates of Treacherous Beings were directly proportional to each other.

This was why the coordinates of the monkey spirits, such as Manuel and Tearrag, were far smaller than that of the Monkey Spirit King.

The coordinates in the ball were almost the same size as the Snake Spirit King, so they were likely his.

The Monkey Spirit King scoffed and strode forward. "I don't know what you're thinking, but you must have a death wish since you're showing your coordinates to us."

"No, wait!"

the Snake Goddess said, wanting to stop the Monkey Spirit King.

But he was bull-headed and intractable.

He turned a deaf ear to the warning. He launched himself into the sky and tried to grab the ball.

The ball continued to float in the air undisturbed.

The Monkey Spirit King caught nothing.

"Hiding in space, huh?"

the Monkey Spirit King sneered. One of the wolf teeth flashed and began emitting a strong power of space.

The Monkey Spirit King's palm began to glow with the space power, making it look like he was wearing a blue crystal glove.

He leapt up and tried to grab the ball again.

He still got nothing.

The ball was like a pocket of air which could only be seen and couldn't be touched.

In the Four Spirits Sect, Sheehan was best at using the space theurgy.

But even he wouldn't be able to get the ball.

A huge snake head slowly emerged from the golden coordinates in the ball. It was the Snake Spirit King, laughing loudly. "You are as strong as ever, Orlando, but you still have nothing on me."

Seething at Cornelius' mockery, Orlando lunged at the ball again.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The Monkey Spirit King kept swiping at the ball, to no avail. His fists, as big as hills and usually powerful enough to destroy the heaven and earth, proved futile now. They couldn't touch the Snake Spirit King at all.

"What's that ball that contains the coordinates?"

"It must be formed by some mysterious Space Law."

"The Monkey Spirit King can't break it!"

"Who knows what it is?"