The chatting voices grew louder, until someone had an idea. “Hey, why don’t we make a bet. We can wager on how long that newcomer will hold out for and on whether he’ll eventually escape, or if he’ll die or surrender to those conscients.”0

“Don’t be ridiculous. Even the High Seraph, who’s a Lesser Sancte, was driven away. How could this man possibly hold out? We might as well bet on whether he’s allied with those conscients already. He might even be one of them.”0

“Sure, let’s bet on that.”0

“I bet that he only lasts one move before being killed.”0

“I bet two moves. Did you already forget how brutally he crushed that Luminary with the blade before?”0

“True, that was him… I bet he lasts five moves.”0

“I bet…”0

“Regardless, he won’t be able to escape.”0

Almost all the people in the group looked down as their eyes lit up. Finally, there was a bit of entertainment.0

However, the man and woman leading the two groups maintained indifferent expressions. Aside from the High Seraph alone, there was no human in either megaverse who could survive against so many of the Thirteen Luminaries. Even if this newcomer was powerful enough to defeat some of the weaker Luminaries on his own, he was still doomed.0

At the bottom of the cliff, Lu Yin sighed. He had seen so many memories that he had been unable to distinguish the memories from reality. Things had reached the point where his mind had slipped, and he had forgotten that his own Nine Heavens Transformation was founded upon his own ...0