As the Ancestora peered through the scenes witnessed by the two puppets before their demise, his face reddened in anger and a surge of murderous intent erupted from his eyes.
"Damn you, Severin!" he bellowed as his primal spirit shook violently while veins popped out from his forehead. "If I didn't have to seek the world's origin in the river of time and condition my body for the Bleurealm by stabilizing the Seven Stars Upside Down Formation, I would have sliced his head off myself!"
Even the combined might of all half-immortals in the Bleurealm paled in comparison to a true immortal like him, let alone a single half-immortal such as Severin.
The chasm between a true immortal and a half-immortal dwarfed the disparities across all levels. One could liken it to the gulf between royal saint and supreme paragon.
With two half-immortal corpse puppets taken down within just over a month, his plan to wield control over Bleurealm had to be delayed yet again.
As one would expect, the Ancestora seethed with fury.
Though it might seem contradictory, there were occasions where extreme anger could bring about a sense of tranquility. Such was the situation with the Ancestora, who entered a state of eerie calm. Countless rules seemed to coalesce around him as a dense black mist emanated from within him.
From that dark fog emerged several colossal skeletons, of which their dark forms radiated an eerie divine glow. Their aura swiftly rose to that of half-immortals—lending them an air of unabated power.
The Ancestora's murderous intent could be seen through his gaze as he commanded with an icy resolve, "Your objective is to wreak havoc upon Bleurealm. I demand the utter annihilation of the Grandiuno Sacred Land, and I want Severin to be removed from existence!"
The skeletal monsters saluted in obedience, "As you command!"
They then tore open the space and vanished into a spatial passage.
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