Mythical Era: I Evolved Into A Stellar-Level Beast

First-class cabin on the airplane.

Seated comfortably on the sofa, Damon Lopes was still somewhat excited, “Brother Callum, when the time comes, you just make sure to protect Sister Ilisa and the others. Leave those guys to me.”

“…Sure.” Knowing that his desire to show off couldn’t be suppressed, Jack Clark nodded indifferently.

Marla Fiore was a bit puzzled, “The message we have so far just indicates suspicion; Mr. Lopes, are you so certain that someone will attack us en route?” “According to the habits of the Federal Intelligence Agency, when they say there’s a high probability, it essentially amounts to a certainty.”

Damon Lopes continued, “Moreover, the underground situation in Gunardo is chaotic; it has always been a target of infiltration by the Evil God Sect. For power and money, many people there don’t care about their lives.”

“That’s also why Miss Ward chose to have her concert there, but we’re currently unsure whether it’s the Blood God Sect or the Demon God Sect involved this time.”

At this point, Mathilda Ward thought for a moment, “Should we split into two teams at that time, letting Lionel Lopez and Sister Jessica follow behind us?” Damon Lopes shook his head, “I know you’re concerned about their safety, Sister Ilisa, but I don’t recommend splitting up.”

“One reason is that splitting up would signal to the attackers that we’ve noticed them, and under those circumstances, those guys might not make a move.” “Another possibility is that the attackers would take the convoy behind us as your real escort, and the one in the front is just a decoy, making them even more in danger.”

Although Damon Lopes usually flitted around women, he was articulate and astute when it came to serious matters.

Crystal Boyce nodded, “Indeed, to split up hastily would not only alert the enemy but also be more dangerous.”

“Misss Joseline, you don’t need to worry. Under the certainty that Evil God Sect Cultists will attack, the local military should provide support.”

“Besides that, the Eighth Layer Expert stationed there will also take action.”

“However, unless beings like Akunus appear, neither that expert nor high-level cultivators will show themselves. The support forces will be kept below Seventh Layer Heaven.”

The others nodded slightly at this explanation.

Jach Clark, however, was not concerned at all. He turned a flip of his hand and took out the Eight-Arm Divine Ape Secret Manual, ready to continue studying the conflict issues related to the fusion of talents.

The flight to Gunardo was even longer, almost eight hours, and naturally, he could not waste such a long stretch of time.

As for the two king-level soul avatars, they were no longer much of a threat to him.

Even if they had some powerful methods, Jack Clark could handle them with ease.

While Jack Callum was engrossed in the Genetic Martial Arts Secret Books, not far from the Ice Crystal Palace, the Single-horned Tiger Kingfish and the Deep Sea Dragon Turtle began to grow with a crackle.

On the body of the Single-horned Tiger Kingfish, black and white radiance circulated, mixed with a faint ancient aura akin to that of the Thunderflame Emperor Beast, growing ever stronger.

The Deep Sea Dragon Turtle was much the same, with the dragon’s aura on its body becoming purer, more majestic, causing the surrounding Earth to vibrate subtly, resonating with it.

Due to the advice of the Thunderflame Emperor Beast, both Giant Beasts were in a semi-conscious state, their consciousness immersed in the mysterious ambiance of the Talent Rune congealing.

Though they couldn’t fully comprehend it like the Thunderflame Emperor Beast, they were gradually approaching the essence of their own ‘path.’

Not only them, but the silver Giant Dragon and the Nine-headed Flood Dragon in the distance also had silver and black radiance flickering about them, forming a domain phantom that covered two to three hundred meters.

Under the guidance of the Monarch Giant Beast’s talent, they too had gained much.

As for the Thunderflame Emperor Beast, it was hunting and devouring Mutated Creatures nearby to replenish the loss of Life Origin.

Just as the school day ended in the afternoon, Glenn Clark burst out of the classroom.

Behind him, Teresa Wilson called out loudly, “Glenn, aren’t you going to the… today?”

Having already dashed out of the classroom, Glenn turned his head and waved, “May, I’ve got something to take care of first. You guys go today.”

Explaining thus, his burly and formidable form darted past the 1.6-meter-tall ‘teacher,’ giving an impression more befitting an adult and a child.

Suddenly, it took Glenn just over ten minutes to cover what was usually a half-hour journey home, after which he hurried upstairs and turned on Jack Clark’s computer.

After Jack Clark had left, the computer which had been a reward for Glenn’s high school admission had always been used by Glenn. Officially, it was for studying, but in reality, he spent every day honing his fishing techniques.

Fortunately, there were no ‘study’ materials of Jack Clark’s on the computer, or there would have been another instance of inheritance between brothers.

Glenn had hurried back today to watch a live stream.

He logged into the software and entered the International Proxy Group he had joined the day before. Sure enough, the live stream had already started, and Glenn hurriedly clicked on the link.

Immediately, a rugged-looking man in his forties appeared in the video, speaking solemnly into the camera.

“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s one o’clock in the afternoon here, and according to the time difference, Miss Mathilda Ward’s plane will be arriving in half an hour.”

“I, Napoleon Knowles, have always believed in the principle of resolving troubles for those who pay me.”

“Based on the information collected online, Miss Mathilda Ward’s bodyguards are all composed of Triplex high school elites, with Lionel Lopez as a Fourth Layer Heaven expert leading them.”

“And that bodyguard named Darren Callum, rumored to come from the military and serving as the close-protection officer for Miss Mathilda Ward, has a strength that is at least not inferior to Lionel Lopez, the Fourth Layer Heaven expert,” he continued.

“In my opinion, he is very likely a Fifth Layer cultivator.”

“Why do you think he’s a Fifth Layer and not a Sixth Layer?” someone asked with a curious chat message.

Napoleon confidently replied, “Simple, he is too young, looks to be no more than twenty years old. To estimate him as a Fifth Layer is already the highest appraisal I could make.”

“This man is most likely an expert in the Initial Stage of Fifth Layer Heaven..”