Celestial Bloodline

Chapter 681: Cleaning the Sacred Divine Land II



Two weeks later, in an entirely destroyed section of the Sacred Divine Land. The bright sky above the terrain was filled with nothing but dust and smoke clouds.

Above the destruction, a black-haired man was floating in mid-air with his eyes closed, as many anguished cries of demons and dark race individuals echoed around him.

It was Kyle. Golden flames erupted all around him, yet he remained unfazed. Bia floated over to his side but paid him no attention, instead she snickered at the many people below on the land.

-"You weaklings from the dark side! You have called upon my fury! Count yourselves lucky to perish under my flames!"

Her thunderous voice echoed everywhere, and immediately, the golden flames in the sky rained down upon the many demons and individuals of the dark race scurrying around on the land.

Old Hal's eyes widened at the flames, and he cursed before quickly darting away from the path of the flames.

"At least give us a warning before using a dangerous wide rage attack!?"

His condition was a far cry from two weeks ago when he agreed to follow Kyle.

He looked haggard and his clothes had a few holes in them. As a supreme rank, he don't need sleep at all, but he was so tired that he knew he would immediately fall asleep if he just closed his eyes!

Just like the old man, Ronan and Wesley, who had joined Kyle after sending their people back to the elven planet, also quickly moved away from the path of the golden flames that crashed down on the land.

Wesley stopped in the distance and wiped his sweaty forehead. His and Ronan's state was no better than Old Hal's. He watched as the golden flames began to further destroy the already devastated land.

The demons and dark race individuals engulfed in the flames screamed out as their bodies started to burn.

"We may be supreme ranks, but Bia's golden flames are too darn powerful... where in the world did that human find such a powerful bonded companion."

Ronan clicked his tongue at his words.

"You're pondering that? Meanwhile, I'm regretting the moment I agreed to follow Kyle and fight alongside him."

Wesley gazed at him with a blank expression.

"Just like Bia said, be grateful. At least our situation is better than Ned and Vexana."

He gestured towards the distance where two figures were crawling, desperately trying to escape the flames.

Ronan eyed the two battered figures and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Just like Old Hal, he and Wesley also believed it would take months, or even a whole year, to cleanse the Sacred Divine Land of all the individuals from the dark side, but Kyle proved them all wrong.

In just two weeks, that scoundrel had cleared almost seventy percent of the Sacred Divine Land! Now, the only territory held by the dark side in the Sacred Divine Land was the area they had conquered.

"I have never fought this long and hard, not even in the war happening at the other end of the universe. Is this normal? Fighting non-stop, without eating or sleeping?"

Wesley gave a wry smile.

"I guess it is normal. Kyle seems to be perfectly fine. I can't spot a single scratch on him. And you know what's the most infuriating part... his clothes are spotless too! It's as if he didn't battle at all, when he is the one fighting the most!"

Ronan rubbed his eyes.

"We had already agreed to fight alongside Kyle. Now we can't take back our words, especially not when that bastard always says that we are too slow..."

He shook his head to push the bad memories to the back of his mind.

Kyle didn't talk much with them, but whenever the human did, it was always to point out they were falling behind or to urge them to hurry up because he doesn't have all day to wait for them.

Ronan eyed the black-haired figure in the sky, donned in a pristine blue hoodie, and narrowed his gaze sharply.

"What's he doing, anyway? He suddenly stopped fighting and closed his eyes. We could have wiped out everyone from the dark side here if he hadn't stopped."

Old Hal arrived beside him and Wesley.

"I wonder that too, but is it just me, or can you two also see that the air around Kyle is getting disturbed?"

Upon hearing his words, both Ronan and Wesley narrowed their eyes at Kyle.

They easily noticed what Old Hal was referring to. The atmosphere around Kyle was indeed growing turbulent.

Wesley rubbed his white beard with a contemplative look.

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He knew his words sounded foolish, but he wouldn't be surprised at all if they were true. After all, among them, Kyle needed rest the most, considering the man hadn't even sat down for a minute in the past two weeks. But he was proven wrong when suddenly the air around him began to turn silent.

Old Hal's eyes widened. Wesley and Ronan exchanged stunned looks when the old man exclaimed loudly.

"Don't tell me he's attempting to harness the natural law of time?"

They knew that grasping and using a natural law was very taxing on the mind and body.

Kyle was at the transcendent rank and had yet to reach the supreme rank, where one is allowed to manipulate the nature.

Last time he used the natural law of time instinctively because his mind sensed the threats coming at him. However, this time he was not in any danger and knew it would strain his body. Yet, he was trying to manipulate the time around him?

Old Hal shook his head.

"He is just putting his body in pain. It's not that easy to manipulate nature. He needs time to grasp-!"

His words were cut short, and his eyes widened with disbelief when suddenly the air around him slowed down slightly. It lasted only for three seconds, but Old Hal, Wesley, and Ronan

felt it distinctly when the time around them was interfered with.

Wesley's mouth fell open.

"He used it again...? And this time not instinctively but by his own!"