Chapter 107
The soul attack flew at incredible speed, slicing through the air with extreme might.
A black axe appeared in Fuhai’s hand, and he sent forth his own misty cannon, hoping to neutralize the black and red fog beam. Unfortunately, inwardly, he knew it was too late. His mouth lightly pursed as he could already envision the inevitable fallout between the Fey and the Graha should anything happen to this Fey princess. Worse yet, she wasn’t just any Fey princess— she belonged to the Noble Beasts Lineage. An anomaly of the heavens, with outrageous talent and heaven-defying innate abilities. The birth of a Noble Beast was exceedingly rare— so rare, in fact, that it nearly rivals the descendants of the Chaos Lineage, the dragons! As such, every Noble Beast is deeply doted on and cared for, and the slaying of one will undoubtedly draw the ire of the Fey.
A war between two supreme races was the last thing Fuhai wanted.
Internally, he howled, Damn it all! We were only here for the predecessor’s legacy, how’d it come to this? Who did this? Who’s trying to screw over the Graha? Who!?
In his fury, he hadn’t noticed the subtle tremors prickling his flesh. The Grahas in the group felt it as well, but like Fuhai, they were too engrossed in the unexpected scene before them to take notice. Had they stopped and inspected themselves, they might have sensed their bodies desperately trying to warn them of something.
Di Han was standing close to the General, his brows furrowed, eyes narrowing as he focused on the red and black fog. A strange familiarity grabbed him at the sight of it, yet he was uncertain. Then, as he looked at his surroundings and saw the vast ocean, the answer came to him.
Nether Water?
He was dumbfounded upon seeing an attack born from the fusion of Nether and Graha.
Meanwhile, standing at the forefront of the attack, Hong Tian was deathly calm. Despite being caught off guard, she wasn’t the least bit fearful. From within the golden flame symbol on her forehead, two beads of light emerged— one black, radiating a frightening chill, and the other white, blazing with terrifying intensity. They spun in a mysterious motion, neither clockwise nor counterclockwise, moving yet unmoved at the same time. It was confusing while captivating all at once. Beyond the simple weaving of fire and ice lay a phenomenon unseen by most. It spoke of the beginning— a place of darkness filled with void, and from it, came an explosive burst of light, giving birth to disparity— that was the black and white bead, the innate ability of the Duality Hound— the Binate Genesis.