The Tymali looked the most like a human.

His height was around 1.8 meters, and he was physically built like a human, but his skin was silver in color. He had silver eyes as well and a smooth head without any hair. The Tymali didn’t have any hair, all over his body, not a single strand. It was almost as if one looked at a fully grown baby. That was how smooth the silver skin looked.

Yet, despite looking like a human, the Tymali was not one. He moved differently, which made it seem as if he was lagging behind every now and then.

However, that didn’t change the pressure Dilan felt when looking at the Tyamli. It was not much of a difficulty to tell that the Tyamli was one of the strongest opponents he would have to face. After all, his Power of Time was not to be underestimated.

His father, Arnes Cier, hadn’t been able to handle the Power of Time properly, yet, it had been enough to stop the time of Dilan’s body and surroundings, freezing him on the spot. He was only frozen in time for a short moment but that had been more than enough for the Power of Obliteration and the Power of Soul Incineration to tear him apart.

At that time, Dilan’s Undying Origin ability was not that powerful yet. He didn’t know if there were any restrictions to his rapid regeneration and the fact that he could heal any kind of injury he had sustained.

That was not certain at that point, yet, Dilan fought like a madman to win against his father. Thad had been more than necessary to defeat Arnes Cier, the worst piece of thrash he had encountered in his entire life.

Unfortunately, Arnes Cier hadn’t been the strongest opponent he fought and the five Primordials in front of him were bound to be more troublesome to deal with.

Leaving his allies and the Ancients alone both sides seemed to be relieved. However, there was also worry in the eyes of his allies. They were certain that Dilan wasn’t capable enough to fight five Primordials at the same time.

Let alone five Primordials, it would already be a wonder if Dilan could defeat a single Primordial in a head-on fight.

The only advantages Dilan had were that his strength was not restricted and that he had the unrestricted World Elemental to support him.

That was more than enough for Dilan’s allies to feel somewhat reassured and to focus on their fight against the Ancients.

Meanwhile, Dilan couldn’t help to throw a glance at the five Primordials, his people, and the Ancients. His allies shouldn’t have too much of an issue fighting the Ancients, especially since everyone’s strength was roughly the same.

At least the restrictions forced their progress to be in the exact same range. As for their current combat prowess, it would still vary a lot but it was not as much of a disparity as it would have been if nobody had been restricted by the Primordial Ascension’s power and systematic.

Nonetheless, nobody wanted to fight the Primordials simply because their powers were too strong, whether they were restricted or not.

Dilan was fine doing that because he was looked at with killing intent either way. Four out of five Primordials wanted to take his life while only the Spectran didn’t seem to mind his existence too much. But Dilan was not actually certain what the Primordial of the Spectran was thinking or how he was feeling. It was not as if he showed any kind of emotion since the Primordials had appeared out of his spatial portal.

“I know that you want to kill one another… but I hope you guys don’t have to obliterate them all… We don’t have that many Ancients, after all. Just…ehh…beat the shit out of them and humiliate them as much as possible. Maybe even record it to make them feel like dying because they’re so ashamed of themselves,” Dilan suddenly shouted out loud when he turned his head to look at the Undying Group’s Allies.

He could sense the immense pressure that radiated from more than a thousand Gods down there, and it was a little bit disruptive. Slaughtering one another was the easiest way to take revenge but it was certainly not the most satisfying way. Furthermore, it wouldn’t help them in the fight against their common enemies; the Veilures!

“We will have to fight against the terror of the Veilures in the future, so if you guys don’t want to take over the workload of the Gods you want to kill…don’t kill them!”

If not for the Veils and the Veilures who were eating on the Origin energy of the Universe, Dilan wouldn’t have bothered saying anything right now. The pressure was already more than enough for everyone to feel burdened to an extreme. It would hardly be possible for anyone to hold back while fighting the beings they hated the most.

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Their true nemesis was not the people who had abandoned them or the races who hated their own flesh and blood just because it was different. There were reasons for both sides to act the way they acted and it was just that they never intended to talk with each other. After all, it could only end in bloodshed.

Dilan read about a few things related to Ancients and Primordials when he had been in the City of Trials but they didn’t seem to make much sense.

However, looking at the situation right now, it was quite obvious that he was missing lots of contexts to unveil the whole truth of the conflict between the Ancients, the Abandoned Children, and all the races that had been oppressed for eons.

Dilan was just a youngling in everyone’s eyes, and his knowledge was far from vast enough to know everything.

Thus, he was just trying to do his best with the knowledge he had acquired since the Primordial Ascension had occurred.