Chapter 369

"With the protection of the first familiar, the Vajra of the Divine Sheep, you cannot decapitate me using spatial magic."

"If you were to break through from the front, you would have to face eleven Flame-Light Night Earls simultaneously."

"Even someone as powerful as you would inevitably suffer injuries and depletion in this battle."

"Tomorrow is the day you go to war with the three True Ancestors; I think it would be better for you to think carefully before making a decision."

"Is this your last will and testament?"

Lin Que took a step forward and slowly walked toward Balthasar.

"You have ten more seconds."

"Damn it! Did you not listen to a single word I said!"

Seeing that Lin Que was completely unmoved, Balthasar's expression suddenly turned ugly.

"There's no other way... You lot, do it!"

"......"

"Hm? What are you doing!"

Discovering that there was no response from those around him, Balthasar's expression became increasingly ugly.

Glaring at the Flame-Light Night Earls standing all around, he said in a rough tone.

"Did you not hear me? It's time to act!"

"Stop shouting, they won't act."

Boom—!

A crisp cracking sound rang out as Lin Que's palm pierced through the gem crystals on Balthasar's body and grabbed his throat.

"Making the Fourth True Ancestor's familiar attack the Fourth True Ancestor—I'm truly impressed you could come up with such a thing."

"What kind of joke is this!"

Balthasar grabbed Lin Que's arm with both hands, attempting to pry it off his neck.

"You are merely a newly born Fourth True Ancestor; how could those familiars possibly......"

Crack—!

Before Balthasar could finish his sentence, a crisp sound rang out first.

"One minute is up."

The Dragon's Shadow followed Lin Que's palm and swallowed Balthasar's corpse in one gulp.

"It seems you didn't have the chance to finish your last words, clown."