To be honest, at this moment, Campari was truly driven mad with jealousy. Comparing the life of Hiliard and his own, it seemed he was the victor of that upheaval, but in reality, even in his entire life, he couldn’t compare to the thirty years Ian and Hiliard jointly suppressed Terra.
The strong in Terra are very self-aware, and Campari knew this very well. He couldn’t deceive himself about his failure, which is why he was uncontrollably angry.
It was precisely because of this that he rarely took the initiative, wanting to use the body of his descendant to obliterate this Second Generation of the Immovable Firmament!
Looking around at the young elites of Terra present, even if seven of them were now revealing their trump cards in a siege to make Mahdi covered in wounds, it was still far from enough to bring him down—conversely, the fighting spirit on their side was continuously declining.
Even if he could use techniques of the Fifth Energy Level, relying on long-prepared means to injure Mahdi, this body couldn’t hold out for too long, at most resulting in mutual destruction.
The younger generation also had their pride. They could accept assistance from elders for self-preservation but were unwilling to always use this power to suppress someone obviously stronger than them, who even restrained from lethal blows several times in battle (to disguise the restraint employed against Anfa and ’Ian’).
The reason they were still fighting now was merely that their desire to prove "I am the strongest!" hadn’t completely dissipated, and they still held hopes for the treasures in the Exotic Species Research Institute.
Just a single reason, and they might cease fighting.
And it was at this moment.
The entire Subspace Labyrinth suddenly experienced a massive tremor, with various institutes and high-rises shaking, showering down dust and debris, the vibration was extremely terrifying.
Even the twelve towers and the Dragon Bone quivered slightly, the Primordial Array Path was disrupted, it was practically an earthquake.
Almost everyone changed their expression, pausing their actions momentarily.
"Fourth Level experts outside started fighting!" Anfa spoke now, she had also been ’besieging Mahdi’ earlier, with some injuries on her, but they had regenerated: "The battle is intense; they mean it!"
The green-haired elf didn’t look too good either: "Everyone, I think continuing to fight may lead to big trouble... if those seniors up above all start fighting..."
She didn’t finish her sentence, but everyone understood what she meant, yet no one wanted to lose face by being the first to propose a ceasefire.
Another fierce tremor erupted, and even the still-fighting Black-Haired Knight and Golan stopped. One looked as if saying ’as expected,’ while the other’s expression turned dark as ink, extremely unpleasant.
[What is happening?!]
Campari was astonished: [How did my National Domain get severed? Silver Gate... is it Yafada?! This kid severed my domain?!]
[Not just one layer, but four seals in total, damn it, when did he set this up?!]
It wasn’t his fault for being so startled; among the Blood of the Ten Kings, the bloodlines related to space-time were only Silver Gate and National Domain, one inclined towards teleportation, the other towards domain. Each had their strengths and weaknesses, and whoever had superior power could suppress the other.
Campari, being at the Fifth Energy Level, held a definite advantage, but his life was nearing its end, and he was in decline. Moreover, he had submerged his soul into the Subspace Labyrinth and had been battling Mahdi for a long time, which dulled his sharpness, leading to Yafada’s successful ambush.
And just at that moment, Campari noticed Mahdi by the side revealing a slightly mysterious smile, and his years of cunning instantly caught this hint of emotion, making the elf girl’s body widen its eyes: [Was it you?! You and Yafada ambushed me together?!]
But Mahdi merely smiled. Ian finally understood what Yafada’s request for him to carry the transmitter was for—that was to position the coordinate for the ’Spatial Seal’ on the third layer... presumably, several others each positioned seal coordinates on the first and second layers and at the Subspace Labyrinth entrance!
Yet even under such circumstances, to propose ’halting the fight’ was still somewhat challenging.
Until an exclamation arose from the outermost exploration team member.
"Wait! Something is coming over here!"
Someone’s expression drastically changed, and even though they had retreated a great distance to avoid the fight between The Unyielding Fortress and the younger strong, they all surged back like a tide.
Saw the dark golden tide.
A True Dragon within the tide!
It was a peculiar giant dragon with dark golden luster covering its surface. Around it were layers of rock patterns like mountain ridges, its head as firm and heavy as a helmet, and its body was armored like steel, making it appear like an iron mountain. Regularly arranged crystals gathered along the limbs of this giant dragon, converging at the heart’s center, housing a Furnace Crystal Stone that glimmered with pure golden light, accumulating endless energy.
This iron-mountain-like True Dragon approached slowly amidst countless modified exobeasts. At first glance, anyone could immediately understand.
It was the ’Master of the Labyrinth.’
The strongest creature in this Exotic Species Research Institute, the ’true opponent’ all the young strong prepared their ’trump cards’ to handle.
The one... the ’evil dragon’ etched in stories and legends that guarded priceless treasures within its lair!
Upon witnessing its greatest opponents nearly mutually ruin each other, and with its allies on the ground sealing the relics and exterior pathways, it finally made its appearance, akin to a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
As the True Dragon appeared, it noticed everyone had halted their fight and turned their heads towards it.
Some wore regretful expressions, perhaps unsatiated from the battle, while others showed expectancy, or let out a sigh of relief, seemingly having awaited their moment, their excuse.
Then the True Dragon heard a voice that caught it utterly by surprise, even leaving it bewildered.
At the center of the battlefield, Mahdi shouted loudly: "Ultimately, our goal is to obtain the treasure—now that the Master of the Labyrinth has appeared, there’s no point in us humans fighting among ourselves!"
"Everyone, I propose we join forces to slay it first and then discuss the internal distribution!"
The Dark Gold Colossus Dragon blinked its six eyes in bewilderment, utterly clueless why suddenly all eyes focused on it, their gazes turning hotter and filled with hostility.
At this moment, it harbored only one crazed thought.
——These humans, fighting so fiercely earlier, were they acting it out for me?!