"Those two old things must be planning something awful, I'm not exactly sure if they're targeting me." Tyrion fixed his eyes on the arena, but he had still been thinking about all the possibilities of those two elders' plans. He was quite confident about his senses, he could grasp even the slightest trace of killing intent directed towards him. Nevertheless,
Peak Demonic soldier realm were extremely powerful, that killing intent was emitted for only a brief moment before it completely disappeared.
With a bitter smile on his face, Tyrion slightly shook his head. He was still way too weak and was only at the lowest level of Blue Swirl Nation's fighters. Only those Demonic Soldiers as well as Fiendgods could protect themselves well. He still needed more dust-crystal to fill up his super cells and kill more legendary monsters to retrieve their super cells which meant he could only head into a dimensional zone fast.