Roar of the Supreme Warrior

Yente was a rare gem. The Cloud Race was also one of the Ten Great Races during the Primordial Realm and had multiple Acmeans among them

However, the Acmeans of the Cloud Race sacrificed themselves during the battle, leaving only the Grand Patriarch. But their Grand Patriarch was so badly injured that he has been in hiding ever since to recover from his injuries. Nowadays, rumors have it that the Cloud Race's Grand Patriarch was long dead.

The powerful figures of the Primordial Realm were numerous. There were at least fifty Acmeans among them, excluding the Caelum Acmeans.

Even if the humans were defeated, the rest of the Greater Realms would not have it easier, for they also bore the brunt of the defeat. Yente was at the peak of the Quasi Acme Rank. But it was incredibly difficult for her to step into the Acme Rank. She would require the Chaos Sacred Lotus. All of her team members were confirmed a long while ago. They even cultivated a Formation a million years ago, called the Thunderbolt Plough Superformation. This was a mystical Formation in historic terms and was hidden in the Cloud Race's Chamber of Scriptures.

"Wyot Dalibor?" Yente looked at James who was in front of her, asking calmly, "Where are your team members? Do you think you can beat us all alone?"

Facing Yente and four others, James still maintained his composure by greeting her provocation with a smile, "I don't kill ordinary figures. Tell me your names."

"Yente Yiskah from the Cloud Race." Yente was the first one to come out and stand in front of her team members. She was tall and pretty. Her long, black hair swayed in the wind.

"Xristodoulos Viskah from the Cloud Race." Another handsome man who was in his twenties stood out. He was wearing a long, red robe and was holding a long sword. The sword was pointed at James emanating invisible Sword Energy.

"Fachtna Lebanah from the Thunder Race." Another one. He had the figure of a human, but his skin was thoroughly black from head to toe t was a sparkling kind of black. There was even some silver light reflected off his face. His aura was so strong that it gave James the impression that he was not a living being, but a bolt of voracious thunder. Once he transformed into thunder, the entire world could be destroyed.

"Reto Nascimbene from the Tengu Race."This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Tighearnach Toirdhealbhach from the Golden Tiger Race."

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The five living beings reported their names consecutively. Apart from the two other Cloud Race figures, the three were some insignificant races. Even if they were insignificant, Fachtna, Reto, and Tighearnach were the powerful figures raised by their respective races. They were at the Quasi Acme rank, and their capacities were comparable to that of the figures on the Chaos Ranking. More importantly, they created the Thunderbolt Plough Superformation, which was incredibly powerful.

Their goal was to win the tournament and had full confidence in achieving this.

"Very well," James said confidently, "Don't say I didn't warn you. You should attack me as a team. Otherwise, you won't have any chance of winning."

"Hmph," Xristodoulos said coldly. "Alright, let's see how great the Thousand Paths Holy Body really is."