"Of course! The Flame Throne's lair in Duze has been destroyed! Even the Flame Throne himself, a sixth-level Dawn rank, has gone missing. How could I not pay attention to such a major event?"
Ofa's lips twisted into a bitter smile.
On the Central Continent recently, the biggest news was the assault on the Flame Throne's lair—no! Not just recently! A sixth-level Throne's forces suffering such a severe blow was something that hadn't happened in nearly a thousand years!
And the news that the Flame Throne himself had been gravely injured—or had even gone missing—was even more terrifying to Ofa and the other Lunar Warlocks.
A sixth-level Throne! That wasn't just reaching the Dawn rank—it was an existence that had begun to touch the power of laws!
Even with the enhancement of their Bloodline Power and the Morning Star Space converted into a massive war fortress, they could barely protect themselves against such an existence!
But in contrast, Leilin had not only breached and plundered the Flame Throne's city of Duze but had also left the enemy's whereabouts unknown, his life or death uncertain. Such terrifying power and methods only made Ofa and the others more wary and fearful.
"Lord Leilin is truly..."
Even Ofa, the supreme ruler of the Bloodline Alliance, couldn't help but be shocked by Leilin's audacity and strength. He, Geoffrey, Wade, and the others had originally thought Leilin merely wanted to strike at the Flame Throne's subordinate forces in retaliation. They never expected that he had targeted the Flame Throne himself from the very beginning!
Most critically, it seemed he had actually succeeded!
Such boldness, and the terrifying power that success implied, left even Ofa feeling a deep sense of dread.
"I've heard that outside, not only has Leilin's fifth-level bloodline been counted among the Bloodline Alliance's strongest inherited bloodlines, but he himself has been ranked as the foremost among Lunar Wizards. They're calling it the rise of the Bloodline Warlocks!"
Geoffrey was somewhat speechless.
He had thought he understood Leilin deeply, only to realize that everything Leilin had shown before was merely the tip of the iceberg.
"Still, Lord Leilin's achievements serve as a deterrent to many!"
Ofa glanced around, a smile forming at the corners of his lips. "It seems Lord Bevis won't be showing up this time either. That's a good thing!"
Avoiding internal conflict was something worth celebrating for him.
"After hearing of Leilin's accomplishments, would he still dare to come? We were just being cautious—and guarding against others trying to frame us!"
Geoffrey rolled his eyes.
Even he had to admit that Leilin's methods were somewhat frightening. You dare to offend me? I'll come straight to your doorstep! No going after grunts—go straight for the mastermind! Kill as many as there are, even if the opponent is a Throne!
Such rule-breaking behavior would normally have been collectively resisted, but once the person behind it possessed the strength to back it up, it transformed into an enormous deterrent.
Bevis knew full well that if he dared make any underhanded moves—or even if he hadn't made them at all, so long as Leilin believed he had—Leilin would come straight for him and kill him, and neither Ofa's nor Geoffrey's counsel would make a difference.
As for uniting with other warlocks? Hadn't the Flame Throne already been defeated—or at least gravely injured? Did Bevis think their combined strength could match a sixth-level Dawn Throne?
"Actually, this is a good thing!" Ofa said with a slight smile. "At least... Lord Leilin is now considered invincible below the Dawn rank, the warlock most likely to advance to the sixth level! For us, possessing such a deterrent force means our situation on the Central Continent will improve considerably..."
"Invincible below the Dawn rank?" Just at that moment, a figure materialized before Ofa and Geoffrey—a voice utterly familiar, yet one that made their faces change abruptly.
"Lord Leilin... is that you?" Geoffrey stared at the suddenly appeared Leilin, still reeling with residual shock.
He and Ofa were both Lunar-level warlocks! And under deliberate surveillance, nothing around them—not even the flow of energy particles in the air—could escape their perception, yet Leilin had slipped up behind them as easily as anything.
Didn't this mean that if Leilin wanted to, he could ambush any warlock present?
Only now did Geoffrey truly understand that Leilin was different from before. The Leilin of today was indeed the hope of the Bloodline Warlocks—the invincible warlock below the Dawn rank!
However, Leilin's appearance at this moment still left Geoffrey somewhat puzzled.
He wore a dark-gold wizard robe, his aura seemingly completely suppressed, making it impossible for Geoffrey to gauge his depth. In particular, over his face, he now wore a strange black mask that covered half of his features, which left Geoffrey somewhat confused.
"This is..."
Ofa was the first to speak.
"Oh!" Leilin touched the mask on his face. "Just a little injury left over from before!"