Chapter 330: The Chasm Between Ranks
WHOOSH!
The radioactive winds of Staten Island howled through the massive crater left behind by humanity’s failed nuclear strike. Sitting cross-legged before the pulsing, apocalyptic gateway was the final gatekeeper. Unlike the previous guardians, this four-horned demon radiated an absolute, terrifying calmness. He slowly raised his head towards the distance, his slit eyes staring at the four colossal dragons and the towering centipede rushing towards him through the ash-choked air.
"Human, are you the one who killed the other four guardians?" He asked. His voice did not boom or roar; it was a highly condensed wave of pure energy that perfectly reached Mirabella’s ears just as Reese stopped some distance from the gateway’s edge.
"You aren’t worthy to ask my, Master anything!!" Vespina yelled at the dragon. Her pride instantly flared at the creature’s lack of reverence. She turned to Mirabella, her bat wings snapping open:
"Leave him to me."
Mirabella analyzed the energy density surrounding the gatekeeper, her expression unreadable. "Go ahead."
With Mirabella’s words, she shot forward like a crimson bullet.
"Hey dragon! Accept your punishment!!!"
She yelled, as dozens of razor-sharp, vitality-draining tentacles violently shot out from both her pale palms, flying towards the dragon, and rapidly wrapping around its armored form, brutally biting into him to siphon his life force.
"You underestimate a Great Celestial Stage cultivator."
The gatekeeper didn’t even flinch. The dragon’s four horns suddenly glowed brightly with a blinding, abyssal light, and instantly, all the parasitic tentacles caught in highly destructive, conceptual flames. The fire didn’t just burn the physical limbs; it followed the tentacles’ energy pathway, heading rapidly towards Vespina’s core.
"You dare cut off your tentacles?" The dragon asked, staring at her, his expression entirely flat.