บท 606: Deserved

At the entrance of the cave, Lionel's pupils narrowed into tiny pin holes as 3000 oppressive auras bore down on the Belmont Holy Land. Their auras alone was like a spiraling typhoon. The air was vibrated to their call and the atmosphere turned heavy.

"Mistress Sacharro." The voices resounded in unison, awaiting Ri's command.

Ri was immediately heavily protected by ten saint demon generals. Even if Lionel had the mind to attack now, it would be completely futile.

All of Lionel's plans had been predicated on Ri having little support to rely on. After all, the current Daiyu had enough to launch an attack on a Royal God Clan! Whether King Belmont was present or not was irrelevant, that didn't change the fact that the Belmonts had hundreds of saint level elders, and thousands of essence gathering experts. Not all of them were of pure Belmont blood, but how could a Royal God Clan not have protectors?