The roar of a beast shook the air, and a line of fire cut straight for Sylas. And yet, he didn't move. Despite the wide eyes of the group of Emperors below, they didn't move either.
What a joke. That roar came from a beast of at least the B-tier. Even someone surpassing Level 200 would have a great deal of difficulty dealing with that attack without coming away injured or even dead.
The problem with this place was that the beasts existed in a state between Demi-God and Mortal, making them weaker than true Demi-God Beasts but far stronger than usual Mortals.
The Emperor geniuses who had entered here had gotten used to ignoring the stats and assessments of these beasts because they were almost always stronger than what was shown.
"He's finished…" the Emperor Dove muttered.
The line of fire swallowed Sylas completely and vanished into the skies before dissipating entirely.
However, just as they were about to turn away, their eyes widened.
