The Primordial of the Tymali began to move rapidly all of a sudden. He didn’t slow down the speed at which Dilan’s body could move, but he went all out to accelerate the speed at which his own body could move.

He evaded the fist that was supposed to crush his head and punched Dilan himself in return. The Tymali was so fast that Dilan didn’t even realize what happened when his sight turned blurry for a moment.

Without him realizing it, the Tymali had broken his neck with a single punch. Afterward, the Tymali tore his arms and legs out of his shoulders, using brute force.

Dilan regained his senses just a fraction of a second later but that was already more than enough for him to realize that he had fucked up.

Despite knowing how powerful the Primordials were supposed to be, he had underestimated their combat prowess upon getting restricted.

Dilan knew that his strength rivaled that of the restricted Ancients because he was in possession of so many unique special traits. He was also sure that he could injure the Primordials lightly as long as the opportunity would be unveiled. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done.

The Power of the Sun was barely enough to tickle their skin for now. Dilan’s strength was not fully developed yet and he had yet to create his True Divinity, let alone cultivate his True Divinity.

But even then, he had been arrogant enough to believe that he could fight the restricted Primordials. Oh…how foolish he had been….

The Galbian, Soularn, and Tymali didn’t even think about holding back. They tore Dilan apart whenever the opportunity was unveiled, without caring whether Dilan was trying to fight against them or not.

He became their plaything without a way to do anything against it. His power was simply incomprehensible to the Primordials. That was only obvious but Dilan didn’t want to acknowledge it. He was trying to fight against them, keep the Sun Power fully unleashed and try harder and harder.

There was no way that he would give up just because he was being played with by a bunch of Primordials. Their existence began to annoy them, especially the fact that they didn’t seem to care about the damage their actions caused to their surrounding.

Dilan had gone farther away from the Ancients and the allies of the Undying Group to make sure that none of them would be pulled into their fight. However, the Primordials didn’t seem to care bout that.

The Beam of Obliteration killed two Ancient True Gods who had been fighting against each other with all their might. The Galbian had released the Beam of Obliteration to kill Dilan once again but it was not as if the beam would disappear the moment it pierced through the designated target.

Even though the Ancient True Gods hadn’t been targeted, they had been at the wrong place at the wrong time. Their bodies were pierced and their lives ended not long after.

As for the attack of the Soularn, they ended up purging the soul of more than six Ancient True Gods, four of them being Ancients! They were considered collateral damage by the Primordials, who didn’t glance once in the direction of the other battlefield.

Whether it was coincidental or intentional, they ended up moving over to the battlefield of the Ancients and Dilan’s allies as they killed the Undying over and over again.

Dilan didn’t possess the power to do anything against their attacks, and the only thing he could do against them was to endure the beating. He was trying to adapt to the newly attained powers he was granted but that was more difficult than expected.

Dilan was certain that it would take a few years, if not decades before he would understand Milarn in its entirety. As for the World Elemental, it was just watching the beating Dilan had to endure from four of the five Primordials.

The Spectran was just watching because his power was not needed right now. He could fight and intervene but it wouldn’t really help in the situation. It was not time for him to intervene either way.

Watching how Dilan was torn apart more than a hundred, a thousand or even more times than that was not nice to look at but it was not the cruelest sight the Primordial of the Spectran had ever seen.

In fact, everyone had already seen something crueler than Dilan’s fight against the Primordials, but nobody had ever felt more pity toward someone like Dilan.

They could tell that Dilan was fighting like a desperate animal that had been pushed into a corner. He was fighting wildly while being torn apart, his head burst apart, his heart ripped out, and his soul incinerated over and over again.

However, it was almost as if Dilan didn’t even realize what was going on with his body. It was like he didn’t feel any pain when dying, and that he was not afraid of death.

It looked like a desperate monster with the ability to regenerate every kind of injury was fighting against a bunch of Ascenders, who were not only much stronger in terms of physical strength, but also in possession of better-developed powers. They were at a numerical advantage as well and trying to get their hands on the desperate monster that was trying to escape the clutches of their suppressors.

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“Just…what the hell are we doing here?” One of the Ancients asked when he looked at the bodies of his brethren. One of them had been killed from the Galbian and the soul of another one had been purged from the Beam of Soul Incineration.

They wanted to join the fight against Dilan so that the Primordial would look at them with favor. However, what they received in return was that their own people were killed by those they had looked up on.

Was it really worth fighting for them?

Was it really that bad for a new Supreme Leader to appear?

Were they any better than the desperately fighting ‘monster’ that was trying to escape his oppressors?

Not really…after all, they had given up fighting…