Undying Warlord

Time passed slowly in the eyes of the Ancients and Dilan's allies as they watched what unfolded right in front of them.

The battlefield of the Ancients seemed to have ceased to exist quite a while ago because nobody had the desire to fight anymore.

They just witnessed how Dilan was getting torn apart numerous times. It had probably been more than a hundred thousand times that he had been killed by the four Primordials that kept killing him.

They obliterated his head, twisted his entire body over and over again, incinerated his soul, and ripped out his organs over and over again.

Dilan endured the pain while fighting desperately to escape from the control of the Primordials. However, he had clearly underestimated them while overestimating his own capabilities.

It was a big mistake which he regretted now. But even then, it was not like he had already lost. Only if he was unable to move and unable to regenerate would he have lost. His True Undying Essence was overflowing with energy, provided by the mana and essence that swirled naturally toward him.

There was no need to worry about regenerating any slower, which meant that he had still a chance to win.

The World Elemental was never actively utilized by Dilan. In fact, Dilan had to prevent the World Elemental from moving on its own accord to make sure that nothing bad would happen.

"Don't move a fucking inch!" was what Dilan could barely shout out loud before he was already killed again. The World Elemental stopped moving, which was registered not only by all Ancients, the leaders of the greater races, and the Abandoned Children but also by the Primordials.

Quite some time had passed since Dilan gave the World Elemental the command and it had yet to move again. It was quite easy to see that the World Elemental would help Dilan if it was given his permission but it didn't move because Dilan gave an order.

The Spectran looked at this with great interest and slight confusion. He couldn't really fathom why someone would die countless times instead of using all of his means to be freed of the pain and agony the Undying was going through right now.

He might be Undying but he felt pain nonetheless…

Meanwhile, the Lone Shadow couldn't look at the desperately fighting Dilan anymore. He grit his teeth and asked himself how he was supposed to continue living like this, knowing that a youngling was desperately fighting, not using the only mean to rescue himself just to make sure that they would survive.

Were they really that important to him? That shouldn't really be the case, yet, Dilan endured everything knowing deep down that he couldn't die, while everyone else had only one life to live!

"How the hell did we get our hands on someone like this…?" Lone Shadow asked quietly, his head turning to the Ancients and all the other powerhouses that were present.

Even the Greater Elemental Dragons and other mythical creatures had stopped fighting by now. They stared at the massive amount of blood that splattered through the surroundings and could hardly believe that all this blood originated from a single person, a tiny human at that!

"We have a lot more madmen in the Universe. You have just never encountered them!" The Primordial of the Spectran said before he halted for a moment as he added, "...but even then…this one is amongst the most extreme."

The Primordial of the Spectran had lived a long life. He was amongst the oldest of the Primordials and he had gone through many cumbersome eras. Live and death were always intertwined in the paths of the Primordials but many of them survived them and became the strong existences they were right now.

But even if they were strong, there was hardly anyone willing to sacrifice themself for strangers, no matter if they knew that they couldn't die or not.

Being weaker than others, the Undying could be caught rather easily. The only reason why that didn't happen yet was that he kept using the Sun's Power of the Flame of the Beginning to kill himself all the time. This was a necessity to escape the clutches of the Tymali who would use the Power of Time on him otherwise.

The Primordials were trying to wear out Dilan's power and make sure that he could get caught properly. At least, that was how it started.

The Primordials' strength was restricted drastically but they looked like they had an infinite amount of energy at their disposal.

More than a month must have already passed since the Primordials started to bash Dilan, yet, neither of them had given up yet.

That was remarkable but also quite fearsome if one thought about it.

"I think I saw enough," The Spectran said all of a sudden. He looked over to Lone Shadow and the rest before he asked, "Who is ready to annoy a few Primordials with me?"

Lone Shadow looked at the Primordial, a small smile forming on his lips.

"I'm more than ready!" He declared loudly. A few more powerhouses voiced out their agreements, all of them being members of Dilan's alliance.

Seeing that a few Ancients chose to support Dilan because they felt miserable and humiliated to have to rely on a youngling to protect them, the Spectran nodded his head.

At the same time, some Ancients and a few more allies of the Undying Group chose to join the battle.

"If you can help us with your supreme spatial ability, it should be possible to deal with them much easier! The only problem will be the Tyamli…" The Lightning Titan voiced out his concern all of a sudden but the Spectran didn't pay much heed to his worries.

Instead of saying something, the Spectran used his supreme spatial ability to forcefully teleport the Tymali several hundred kilometers higher in the air. The Tymali, astonished about the sudden teleportation, looked around, just to see a humongous hand manifested out of the World Elemental's compressed perfectly purified mana that shot toward him.

'Shit…'

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