12dz Chapter 422 - 423: Imperial Level Fierce Beast Arrives at the Human Race Territory!
Chapter 422 - 423: Imperial Level Fierce Beast Arrives at the Human Race Territory!
At the same time.
A sharp, familiar pain suddenly surged in Isabelle’s heart without warning.
Her body tensed abruptly, and she clutched her chest as a hint of panic flickered in her golden eyes.
If previously it could be attributed to her imagination, then the second time....
Additionally, being Totem Level grants some form of premonition about certain things.
Something has definitely happened!
And since she awoke, the only related...
"Dragon Island... something happened!"
Without further hesitation, she unleashed her aura and dashed at full Speed towards Dragon Island.
The closer she got, the more intense the omen felt.
The harmonious aura and spatial barrier that should have surrounded Dragon Island were completely absent.
Instead, a dead, chaotic energy pulse remained.
When she pierced through the clouds and saw the scene below.
She felt struck by lightning, frozen in midair.
Dragon Island... had vanished!
No, it wasn’t vanished.
It was completely destroyed.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but endless, shattered ruins.
The massive mountains were fractured, and all the palaces and pavilions reduced to dust, leaving only a charred land.
The entire space bore remnants of terrifying energy impacts, as if an apocalyptic catastrophe had befallen.
The once sacred land of the Dragon Clan had now become countless fragments, gradually sinking.
Isabelle’s mind went blank, she could only stare dazedly below.
And just then, a faintly familiar aura wafted from the ruins.
Involuntarily, she followed that aura, landing on a relatively intact piece of land fragment.
The aura was most distinct here.
Just as she steadied herself, that aura seemed to gain consciousness, slowly condensing before her.
The light was so dim, barely sketching a vague, transparent, and almost dissipating phantom.
She couldn’t see its face, couldn’t discern its attire, only a rough outline.
Yet, Isabelle knew who he was.
The phantom silently looked at her, without voice or movement.
Then, he made a gesture that left Isabelle completely frozen.
The phantom slowly and very gently extended forward, making a gesture of embrace.
No real touch...
Just a sensation of apology, relief, and longing enveloping her whole being.
This embrace was very brief, fleeting like an illusion.
The next moment, that phantom under the sunlight dispersed entirely before her eyes.
That incredibly familiar aura also vanished completely.
Between heaven and earth, it was as if there was never any trace of its existence.
Isabelle still stood frozen in place, unmoving.
After a long time, an unexpectedly cool drop of moisture slid from the corner of her eye.
The tear rolled down her cheek, landing on the charred earth beneath, creating a small dark mark.
She instinctively touched her cheek, feeling the dampness with her fingertips.
Why... tears?
Didn’t she have no memories of Dragon Island?
Hadn’t she felt any familiar aura at Dragon Island before?
Yet now, from the position of her heart, waves of unmistakable, sharp pain arose.
An emptiness there, as if something crucial had been forcibly ripped away.
She slowly crouched down, fingers unconsciously clawing at the cold stone debris beneath, shoulders trembling slightly.
Silent tears began to uncontrollably pour out.
More and more, faster and faster.
...
On the other side.
Iris Ashford led Claire Sterling, heading north.
Eventually, reaching the edge of the Human Race’s territory.
They restrained most of their aura, but the naturally flowing Demonic Qi around them clearly revealed their non-human Identity.
"Lady Ashford, what are we doing here?"
The little girl, Claire Sterling, who had taken the form of a white tiger, curiously observed the Human Race’s city below, a hint of confusion in her voice.
The Human Race....
In her memory, it wasn’t considered a top clan!
Iris Ashford’s exquisite face showed no expression, she gently shook her head, and her ethereal voice sounded:
"I don’t know! Just a feeling... that we need to take a look here."
For her, there were few things left in this world that could pique her interest.
Moreover, she had certain ties with the Demon Clan.
So, whether this world falls into the hands of the Human Race or the Demon Clan didn’t matter much to her.
She acted solely on her intuition!
However, their appearance, for the Human Race in its extremely sensitive state, was nothing short of adding insult to injury.
The command center in Baelgard, sounded the highest alert abruptly!
"Report! Two incredibly powerful presences are above the Human Race’s city!"
"These presences should have surpassed the Totem Level!"
The officer reporting carried a sense of terror.
"What?!"
Zane Drake’s already heavy heart sank instantly to the bottom.
Aster Grant had just fallen, and a foe surpassing the Totem Level attacked?
It must be the Demon God!
"Full-scale highest combat readiness! Follow me to confront the enemy!"
Zane Drake had no hesitation, even if unable to match them, the Human Race wouldn’t retreat.
He erupted with a Totem Level aura and soared into the sky first!
Cavan Vero, Queen of the Holy See, Abel Vance, Stryker, and other remaining high-level forces followed immediately.
The next moment, numerous figures hovered above Baelgard, facing Iris Ashford and Claire Sterling from afar.
When Zane Drake and the others saw who had come, their tense hearts slightly eased!
The arrivals didn’t seem to be the Demon God!
Yet...
Zane Drake’s gaze fell on the leading woman.
She wore the Red Gold Feather Robe, unparalleled in grace, exuding an aura that transcended all things.
Most importantly, spiritual energy and Demonic Qi flowed around her.
Her Identity was clear.
Vicious Beast!
And an unprecedentedly powerful Vicious Beast!
Zane Drake’s briefly relaxed heart tensed again.
The relationship between Vicious Beasts and the Human Race wasn’t any better than that between the Demon Clan and the Human Race.
They were all enemies!
And this pressure...
"An I—Imperial Level Fierce Beast?!"
Zane Drake’s voice was dry, squeezing the words from between his teeth.
The others, upon hearing these words, felt their hearts plunge to the depths.
Now not to mention an Imperial Level Fierce Beast, even a King-level Vicious Beast...
The entire Human Race might not be able to resist.
A sensation of despair instantly engulfed the hearts of all present.
Zane Drake clenched his fists tightly, knuckles turning white, as he braced himself to step forward:
"Your presence in the Human Race’s territory, to what end?"
Iris Ashford’s indifferent golden gaze swept over the Human Race who appeared ready for battle, finally landing on Zane Drake.
She naturally sensed everyone’s hostility; these people clearly did not welcome her arrival.
But despite that...
She did not turn to leave, just faintly furrowing her brows.
Beside her, Claire Sterling, seeing Iris Ashford’s frown, instantly unleashed her aura.
"How dare you! Meeting my sister, you still dare show hostility!"
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