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Ye Bai slowly nodded in front of his second brother's IOU.

"nice one."

As he spoke, he began to take action himself, preparing to demolish the wall.

Thinking back to that time, it was probably about a month ago.

Faced with his second brother's dark past, Xiu Luo could only cautiously take a photo and record a video.

Time flies, and the world changes.

The Asura is no longer the Asura of yesteryear!

Don't underestimate the poor Asura!

This time, Ye Bai simply brought up his dark history!

After Ye Bai separated the entire wall, he stored it in his private space and suppressed it with the Heavenly King Sword and the Asura Sea to prevent any chaos.

After doing all this, Ye Bai invited the people outside in.

"Pry up all the floor tiles here, and don't leave the ceiling untouched!"

Ye Bai spoke with absolute certainty.

From his perspective, the angels spent all their savings to sacrifice and summon the dragons to try to destroy them.

The two sides are in a state of war.

During a battle, raiding someone else's treasure vault is perfectly reasonable, isn't it?

Walking through the second treasure vault, Ye Bai couldn't help but sigh.

"My second brother borrowed a lot of things back then!"

This treasure trove was more than ten times larger than the one outside, and it had been completely emptied...

Previously, Ye Bai had heard a monk from the core city of Eternal City mention that his second brother was borrowing things from people all over the Eternal Temple.

There was no other way; the era of my second brother was the most difficult time for the human race.

Thirty years of bloody war, beginning with nightmares and ending without a trace.

To drive away the abyssal monsters invading Earth, we need more than just the Sword Without a Trace.

They also need to throw money, resources, and manpower at them!

Ye Bai wasn't surprised that his second brother had given an IOU to the Angel Clan.

He is now more concerned about something else: the opponent he is about to face.

"Dragons?"

Listening to the demon lord's mutterings, Dracula volunteered,

"My esteemed master, your humble servant knows a little about dragons!"

After receiving a signal from Ye Bai, Dracula continued,

"As one of the three upper races, the dragon race has two distinct characteristics."

Dracula held up one finger.

"First, powerful dragons possess an innate essence, which imbues their magic and attacks with terrifying power!"

To help the demon lord understand, Dracula provided an example.

"For example, the Dragon of Fear will use fear to dominate its enemies."

If the enemy feels fear, the damage they take and the duration of the control effects will increase.

After saying that, Dracula raised another finger.

"Secondly, the dragon race distinguishes its species based on the material of its dragon hair."

For example: Bronze Dragon, Silver Dragon, Emerald Dragon, Diamond Dragon...

Fearing Ye Bai might misunderstand, Dracula added,

"These materials don't represent the strength of a dragon. There are top-tier bronze dragons, and there are also very weak diamond dragons, like that Xu something-or-other that Master often mentions..."

"Xu Qingfeng!"

Ye Bai said irritably,

"You can't even remember my name? Can't you show me the most basic respect for a ninth-tier war god of my human race?!"

Dracula: ......

Doesn't he know in his heart who has insulted the most people in the world?!

After Dracula finished explaining, Ye Bai suddenly blurted out,

"I know all of this."

With such basic information about him, how could Ye Bai not see it?

The reason for giving Dracula a chance to perform is

The main purpose is to test just how far this guy's rebellious streak has grown.

Fortunately, we are currently in a safe situation.

Stepping out of the treasure vault, Ye Bai stood on a small slope, looking into the depths of the valley.

Dracula followed cautiously, straining his ears to hear the demon lord's whispers.

He heard the demon lord muttering incantations.

"Golden Dragon, Golden Dragon, Golden Dragon..."

Dracula: ......

Shura is still the same Shura, without the slightest change.

Among the powerful followers of Shura,

Dracula was the most senior and also the most cunning.

Starting from the tenth floor and continuing all the way to the thirty-second floor, Dracula witnessed the vast majority of Shura's journey through the trials.

To summarize in one sentence:

Please welcome the next victim!

Following Shura's gaze toward the valley, Dracula couldn't help but ponder.

What would be the fate of the dragons, one of the three highest races, if they encountered the Asura, the fourth-generation strongest seed of the human race?

Feeling sorry for the Dragon Clan members for a second.

...

At the same time the valley sacrifice formation was activated,

The black mist waited silently in place.

Beside the black mist stood an eight-winged angel, bathed in pure white holy light, appearing exceptionally sacred.

The angel's name was Gabriel, and he wore a red cloak with a solemn expression.

Among the angels residing in the thirty-two layers, Gabriel is the strongest and is also known as a quasi-archangel.

The black mist broke the silence.

"Why so little?"

Logically speaking, the angel race should have considerable savings.

When the Eternal Tower was completed, the thirty-second floor already contained many resources.

In addition, the human race's powerful warriors have been constantly breaking through the barriers over the years, while the angel race has been secretly profiting from their success.

The accumulated resources must be terrifying!

But when the black mist arrived, the largest treasure vault was empty, and even the outer treasure vault seemed rather flimsy!

Gabriel said coldly,

"Seventy-two years ago, someone borrowed everything from the treasury."

The black mist was taken aback and immediately asked,

"Who dares to be so bold?"

The human race experts who have made it to this level are at most level 499.

Gabriel, a ninth-tier war god, wanted to forcibly seize the entire treasure vault from him...

How powerful must that person be?!

I dare not mention that person's name.

Gabriel's wings of light unfurled, revealing a horrific scar.

The black mist was taken aback again.

Before the black mist, He could clearly see that there was a terrifying sword mark on Gabriel's wings and back!

All of Gabriel's wings of light were once severed by a single sword strike!

"Two, four, six..."

The black mist counted the wounds and then paused, stunned.

Gabriel now has four extra scars on his back!

Gabriel nodded.

"That's right, I was born with four more wings than others of the same level."

How do we determine the strength of angels?

It's very simple, just look at the number of wings.

If the number of wings is the same, then look at the color.

Black is stronger than the other colors, and white is weaker than the other colors!

As everyone knows, turning evil makes you ten times stronger, while turning good makes you three times weaker.

It is born with four more wings than its peers.

He was once a quasi-archangel with twelve wings!

At level 989, many near-god-tier characters were no match for him!

In other words...

The black mist cried out in surprise, revealing the truth.

"You are the strongest seed of the angel race in this generation?!"

"That's right."

When the past was mentioned, Gabriel's expression remained completely calm as he spoke.

"Before I encountered that sword, I was the strongest seed of my race, a twelve-winged black angel."

Gabriel's words were so calm, like the deathly silence beneath a vast ice field, that they sent a chill down the spine of the black mist.

th.

Gabriel's strong will died seventy-two years ago.

The eight-winged angel of light, Gabriel, spoke calmly and composedly.

"That's not the case anymore."