Chapter - 3077

White Reaper said, "Do you have something to tell me? If you have something to say, just say it."

Raymond said, “I just received the news. Not only has Elder Erebus passed away, but also our Young Master and Petalblade. The person who murdered them was also Zeke."

B*stard! White Reaper flew into a rage. It's one thing that the Elder Erebus is dead, but Petalblade and Young Master were also killed by Zeke. If Hades of Netherworld were to hold someone accountable, I, White Reaper, would face severe punishment. Moreover, my performance and status in Netherworld will also be greatly influenced. Now, there is only one way to atone, and that is to eliminate Zeke! Yes, Zeke must be eliminated, no matter the cost.

He gritted his teeth and ordered his subordinates, "Gather the troops immediately. We're assembling in Atheville. If Zeke is not eliminated, you all will die."

The multitude of corpses present hastily knelt before White Reaper, saying, "We obey your command."

Roar!

Just as everyone was about to disperse, a sudden roar of a wild beast echoed through the air.

That voice was surprisingly mixed with a formidable magic power, causing everyone's nerves to be shaken and their minds to go blank.

A few of the weaker ones were so shocked that they were scared out of their wits on the spot.

What is that voice? White Reaper was terrified, instinctively stepping back two paces. Judging from the intimidating aura carried in the roar, the opponent's strength is definitely superior to mine. If the other party harbors hostility towards me, there's a high chance I won't make it out alive!

He wanted to run, but he knew there was no chance of escape at this point. So, he simply decided to stand his ground and let things take their course.

In the next moment, a gust of wind blew in, carrying with it a thick scent of blood that was enough to make one nauseous.

Afterward, a spine-chilling creature crawled in.

To put it precisely, the head of a colossal creature had barged in.

The creature had an enormous head, filling the entire temple, while its body remained outside.

Although the creature's full appearance was unclear, one could imagine its immense size.

Its eyes were as large as water tanks, its fangs chillingly sinister. Just one glance was enough to strike fear into the hearts of others.

Upon seeing it, White Reaper, with his vast knowledge and experience, instantly recognized it. That was none other than one of the legendary ancient sacred beasts, Manticore!

White Reaper was terrified to his core. D*mn it! What era is this? How can a mythical creature like Manticore still exist?

Manticore's body was almost transparent, without a physical form. With only half of its head being tangible, It looked quite eerie.

This Manticore was one of the ancient demonic beasts that escaped from Theos Island.

That horde of demonic beasts had long since been ground down to nothing but their spiritual forms.

This Manticore had been cultivating nearby for several days. Only then was it able to refine half of its head.

Manticore opened its gaping bloody mouth and forcefully inhaled in the crowd's direction.

Everyone closed their eyes in despair. They naturally assumed that Manticore was about to devour them.

However, an unusual scene unfolded. Manticore didn't cause them any harm, not even the slightest impact.

What's going on? Everyone looked at Manticore in astonishment.

Manticore's face was also filled with confusion. "How could this be possible?"

It opened its mouth again, fiercely inhaling in the crowd's direction.

Still, it didn't affect White Reaper and the others.

Manticore muttered to itself, "Why can't I absorb any positive energy? Don't you have any positive energy? This is impossible. As long as one is alive, one should definitely have positive energy. How strange, how strange."

Only then did White Reaper realize that Manticore intended to consume the positive energy of living humans.

They, the clan of Netherworld, had long ceased to be among the living. Hence, naturally, they lack positive energy.

White Reaper heaved a sigh of relief, patiently explaining, "Lord Manticore, we have already died once. We are no longer among the living, hence we do not possess positive energy. We beg you to spare us, Lord Manticore."

‘OH?” Manticore looked at White Reaper in surprise, "You're already dead, yet still able to walk, talk, and think? Could you be a member of the insignificant Netherworld clan?"

White Reaper nodded. “Indeed, Lord Manticore. We belong to the Netherworld clan."

Manticore spoke indifferently. "Who would have thought that the insignificant Netherworld clan still hasn't perished, surviving until now? It's hard to believe. Alas, looking at us, the sacred beasts. We are on the brink of extinction. Ah, fate is a cruel mistress."