Chapter 4300
Jethro had no choice but to sacrifice Leilani in order to protect their race.
However, it was not truly a sacrifice, as Leilani marrying the impostor James, who was
posing as Wyot, would not be a disadvantage for her.
Whether he was in the guise of a Doom Race member or a member of the Human Race,
this opened up more possibilities for the angels in the future.
"Okay, I agree," Leilani nodded.
She understood the gravity of the situation. The Angel Race would be at a disadvantage
and might even face extinction if this was not handled properly.
Jethro felt relieved with Leilani's consent.
"You cannot utter a word about what happened with Forty- nine or with Wyot. Keep it
buried deep within your heart," Jethro cautioned. "Every additional living being who knows
about this increases the danger to our race."
"Yes, I understand," Leilani nodded in agreement.
At that moment, James was immersed in the time formation, wholeheartedly deciphering
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthe formation arranged by Louis.
This formation was profound and highly intricate, but it did not belong to the Ancient
Magic Circle, making it relatively easier to unravel.
James dissected the intricate and mysterious Formation Inscriptions, transforming them
into the simplest and most primitive form. He then deduced the process of inscription
evolution and ultimately derived the entire layout and structure of the formation.
According to his estimation, it would have originally taken a million years to break the
formation, but he had overestimated Louis.
The formation appeared to be profound and complex, but it became quite simple once it
was dissected. James quickly deduced its structure with his current level of attainment in
formations.
James dispelled the time formation he had set up.
Deep within the Purple Bamboo Grove, Grand Patriarch Louis of the Angel Race observed
James' every move.
As James dispelled the time formation, Louis could not help but say, "What's this? It has
only been a hundred thousand years since the activation of the time formation, and you're
giving up already?"
James smiled and continued walking forward.
As he approached the Purple Bamboo Grove, the formation reawakened, unleashing a
tremendous force. It surged forth like an overwhelming tidal wave, enveloping everything
within its reach.
In that instant, James raised his hand, and mystical Formation Inscriptions appeared at his
fingertips. These Formation Inscriptions merged into the formation ahead.
At that moment, the formation in the Purple Bamboo Grove rapidly disintegrated, starting
from its core. Within moments, the formation completely vanished.
James continued walking through the grove, swiftly arriving at its deepest part.
In the depths, there stood a simple bamboo hut.
An old man stood in front of the hut, wearing a gray robe. He had long, black hair and
appeared to be in his sixties, with wrinkles adorning his face.
His expression was filled with astonishment as he looked at James who had appeared
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He raised his thumb and exclaimed, "Impressive! I never expected such a formidable
genius to emerge during my time away from the outside world. The formation I set up
would have taken considerable time for even Dolph Dalibor of the Doom Race to break,
yet you managed to unravel it within a mere hundred thousand years."
These hundred thousand years were merely within the time formation. Not much time had
passed in the outside world.
"You flatter me, Mr. Louis," James said, clasping his fists and showing a respectful
expression.
Despite being a member of the Human Race, James was currently impersonating the
Doom Race's Wyot. Even though he held the esteemed position of the Doom Race's Great
Elder, he still showed the necessary respect when facing an elder who had lived through
countless ages. After all, he hoped to seek guidance from Louis in his Boundless Rank's
journey.
Louis waved his hand, and a mystical power manifested in his palm. The power scattered
onto the ground, instantly forming a few tables and chairs.
He pointed at one of the chairs, gesturing for James to sit.