At that moment, Alvin's voice suddenly rang out by Aurek's ear.
"Your Majesty, this person is the offspring of an Empyrean Sanctum expert. He carries supreme divine arts, and he has four divine bodies condensed from sacred blood."
"He is the Storm Thunder God of the Primordial Epoch, with combat power at the Empyrean Sanctum level. The most troublesome part is that behind him stands the Lord of the Formless—a giant who advanced to Empyrean Sanctum back in the Primordial Epoch!"
He paused.
"Your servant believes… we cannot kill him right now!"
Then he added another sentence.
"But if Your Majesty insists on killing him… then please, no matter what, leave behind a drop of sacred blood."
"I am willing to stake this life of mine to try setting a trap—to bury the Lord of the Formless as well."
Storm Thunder God himself was already equivalent to half an Empyrean Sanctum expert. Add the supreme divine arts of the Lord of the Formless, and killing him completely was nearly impossible.
