“Haha!”
Within the formation, a burst of hearty laughter echoed.
“Youri, stop wasting your breath. I’ll say it again, I’ll hand over the Blithe Omniscience to you if you can get me out of this formation. Otherwise, there’s no room for negotiation.”
“Hmph.” Youri’s patience wore thin, and he stood up, coldly stating, “Do you think you’re still as powerful as you were in the past? Countless eons have eroded your physical body, you’re far from your former self. Now, I can easily obliterate you.”
“I’ve long detached myself from life and death.” Soren did not pay any heed to Youri’s threats.
Youri took a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm.
“I already have nine tokens in my possession, the last one is in the possession of the Human Race. I’ve already captured Thea Callahan, the Human Race’s matron, to coerce the human powerhouses into revealing the token’s location. Judging by the time, we have just a century left until the deadline. I’m heading back now. Once I obtain the final token, I’ll use it to undo the formation and set you free.”
“I'll await your good news.” With that, Soren said no more. Youri did not linger either and left the place since he ran short on time.
The three-thousand-year deadline he gave James had ticked down to a mere hundred years.
Upon returning to the Dooms, he learned of the events that had occurred.
“Damn it!”
In the main hall, Youri seethed with anger, exuding a terrifying aura that made Qimat tremble in the hall, not daring to breathe.
“Xezal Dalibor!” He roared. His voice resounded throughout the entire Doom Race.
Whoosh!
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