Chapter 2037 Emperor Dragons

?2037 Emperor Dragons

Suddenly, the discourse within the Ancient Battlefield completely s.h.i.+fted. This should have been their opportunity to leave this prison, to enter the mortal plane once more However, with each pa.s.sing day, more and more monsters of the mortal plane were appearing Wasn't it supposed to be easy for them this time around?!

One has to understand that the prisoners of the Ancient Battlefield can't just sneak off when the second phase began and find a small land for themselves to live in peace. If this was possible, how many would truly fight at all?

If one doesn't claim a territory during the second phase as a former prisoner, once the second phase ends, you would be fiercely rejected by the Heavens, leaving the only result as death.

However, how difficult was it to find universe spirits? It was nearly impossible without thousands of years of research and calculations. Not everyone was like Dyon and had Immortal Sense capable of blanketing a universe.

What did this mean? The only way to succeed was by using the second phase's rules to your advantage and defeating a ruling Clan or Sect. Due to the special rules in place for this period, the owners.h.i.+p of the universe spirit would be automatically transferred over.

What was the point of saying all this? It was to say that if the enemy they thought was so easily had suddenly becoming so enigmatic and powerful, how would they dare easily descend for the second phase?

Once they chose to descend There was no going back! It was either they grasped victory, or they died a horrible death!

For the first time, panic overwhelmed the Ancient Battlefield, creeping up even into the 12 Overlord Clans and reaching the ears of the 13 three facet Overlords

Unfortunately, the torrent of bad news kept flooding in.

First it was a blue haired elf. Then a violet haired phoenix bloodline human. Then it became a nine tailed void kitsune. Then a red haired, crimson winged angel

Geniuses of a level far beyond what the Ancient Battlefield could even imagine cropped up one after another, descending them into chaos.

Not even 5 years into the first phase, and more than half of the top Clans below the 12 Overlord Clans were completely annihilated.

All the while, no one noticed that the southern region was slowly being unified by a power led by races of creatures no one had ever seen before.

A mighty race who called themselves The Bronzed. Another that called themselves the Cobras. And the final that called themselves the Emperor Dragons

"Just Just what are these monsters"

Dyon's 'creations' had grown to unprecedented levels in the last several decades. Even their relatively small number had grown significantly.

In the past, Dyon had had thoughts of finding all sorts of these mutated beasts to improve and better. But as time went on, he learned just how na?ve such a dream was.

Could those 12 Overlord Clans be completely unaware of these mutated beasts toward the outer edges of the Ancient Battlefield? Could they possibly not know the affect holy type qi could have on such mutated beasts?

The answer was of course not. After so many years on the Ancient Battlefield, it was impossible for Dyon to be the only one to witness this almost magical path.

Back then, Dyon had only used essence grade holy type qi to birth the Bronzed and the Cobras. Such a low level resource meant nothing to those Overlord Clans who h.o.a.rded celestial grade qis.

The main issue with using these created beasts was a problem of their cultivation methods. They had a completely different set of meridian and blood vessel structures. Trying to grow their strength was no different than trying to forge an all-new cultivation path for a newly appeared species.

After the female Bronzed learned to wield qi, its progress was simply far too slow. If it wasn't for its overwhelmingly strong body, it would have been impossible for it to even think of facing dao experts like it had in the past.

With everyone on the Ancient Battlefield so focused on improving their own strengths, how could they have time to carve out a new cultivation path all for some auxiliary beasts that may never reach the height they hoped for?

If Dyon were to be honest, this sort of experimentation was part of the reason for his slow progress in conquering the Southern Region. Of course, the other, larger part of the problem was the fact the Deity Clan was located in this region as well. On top of that, the largest portion of the territory was held by 3 of the 12 Overlord Clans. It wasn't something the him of the past could casually conquer.

It was exactly because he knew this that Dyon invested his time into slowly raising up these Bronzed and Cobra. He saw potential in them and he had access to skills even those 12 Overlord Clans did not. He may have taken a step back by acknowledging their combat strength in the past, but even when he was a celestial, he didn't believe there was a single person on the mortal plane who could match him in alchemy.

At this current moment, yet another Tribe was being terrorized by the Bronzed. Each of them gave off an ancient aura that seemed not to lack even in comparison to the most domineering beasts.

Their heads were shaped like that of a bull's, their sharp horns curling with malice. Their bodies were covered from head to toe in beautiful bronze scales, reflecting the sinister red glow of the Ancient Battlefield. Their four limbs vibrated with power, their claws digging into the coa.r.s.e ground like only an eagle could.

Each one of their movements was filled with an arcane danger, even a gentle flap of their wings sent wind scythes slicing in every direction, making a mockery of the ancient trees that had stood for so long.

On another battlefield, the Cobras showed their might. While the Bronzed may have beautiful, the Cobras exuded a deathly aura that consumed everything in their path. The gaze was piercing, their bodies violent, their breath filled with a poison air.