Amidst the swirling dust, although the dozen or so fighters couldn't clearly see who spoke from below, they distinctly sensed that the person was only at the ninth-tier peak, yet the eight other presences possessed strength not inferior to theirs.
Considering the brief words and the effortless evasion of Jester's peak saint-level attack, the dragons became even more convinced of their thoughts.
"Morantus, listen to our explanation, this isn't what you think," Jester exclaimed in shock upon hearing Morantus, hurriedly flying up to block Sludy.
"Get out of the way!" Morantus' massive tail struck towards Jester, who, leaving an afterimage, dodged the attack.
"A ninth-tier individual easily evading a peak saint-level's furious strike, unheard of on the continent. Isn't this a performance? And unless you humans had planned this, how could eight saint-level fighters appear so promptly?" Morantus argued while swiping his huge claws, revealing tiny spatial rifts in their wake.
"This is a complete misunderstanding, we've been used by someone else," Jester dodged, his expression changing dramatically as he realized they were one person short. "Who has seen Kula?" he shouted, the group now realizing they were missing a member.
"Jester, what are you waiting for? Finish them off!" At that moment, a person dressed like Jester and the others rose from the ground into the air. Simultaneously, a dozen powerful auras, rivaling those present, surged, encircling the three dragons and Jester's twelve.
"Sainted magical beasts," Jester incredulously stared at the dozen or so rotting magical beasts surrounding them, along with several human fighters.
Just then, a dragon's roar rose from the ground, and a fiery behemoth erupted upwards, with a late-stage saint standing on its back.
"Ivelin," Jester exclaimed upon seeing the person. Everyone thought that the lord of Miyat City, Ivelin, perished when the city was destroyed. Seeing Ivelin now was a shock.
"Lowly humans, how dare you enslave our noble dragons," Morantus roared upon seeing the fire dragon under Ivelin, charging towards him.
The fire dragon beneath Ivelin, with blood-red eyes and a body emitting a stench of blood, confronted Morantus.
With a "boom," the two colossal beings collided, the impact causing a tremor in the surrounding space, generating ripples.
"If you can't handle them, let us take over," Ivelin said, and the zombie beasts roared, charging towards the other two dragons.
"Evelyn, what on earth are you doing?" Jester and his twelve companions were utterly baffled by this sudden turn of events. Jester angrily spoke out.
"The master said to slay the dragon," Evelyn replied before joining the battle against the Red Dragon and Morantus.
"Are you insane? Don't you realize this will provoke the fury of the entire dragon race?" Jester rushed to block Evelyn.
"The wrath of the dragon race, isn't that wonderful?" Another cold voice echoed from the ground, and soon, several Saint-level powerhouses emerged, blocking Jester and his twelve companions. They were shocked to see more than twenty Saint-level magical beasts and humans suddenly appear.
"Who are you and why are you doing this?" Jester released his full aura, glaring menacingly at the ground. Slowly, dragon after dragon took to the sky, and a young man with white hair stood atop a black dragon.
"I do it because I like it," the young man on the back of the black dragon said indifferently, his eyes bloodthirsty as he watched the battle ahead.
"You're Ye Han, the one who destroyed the city of Myate and Keelt?" It was then that Jester recognized the young man on the black dragon, his face filled with surprise.
With the appearance of Ye Han, the number of Saint-level powerhouses and magical beasts rivalled that of an empire. Although most of them were in the early and mid-stages of Saint level, their displayed strength was comparable to those a level higher.
"You only guessed now?" Ye Han said disdainfully. Meanwhile, the battle was nearing its end. Although the three dragons had late-stage Saint-level strength, Ye Han had the advantage in numbers. Dozens of zombie beasts, along with several human Saint-level undead, completely overwhelmed the three dragons.
Ye Han didn't send the three dragons to the apocalypse prison but instead ordered the dozens of zombie beasts to devour them. The zombie beasts, starved for fresh blood for days, swarmed over them. In a short time, the three massive dragons were devoured, leaving nothing but scattered bones and flesh. The ground was soaked in blood.
"Roar!" Just as the zombie beasts finished devouring the three dragons, two of them howled skywards, emitting a powerful aura. Their bodies, originally three meters tall, slowly grew taller, and their decaying flesh regenerated.
Ye Han knew that these two zombie beasts were about to break through. They were using the fresh blood of the three dragons to advance from mindless zombie beasts to intelligent undead.
Their aura grew stronger, advancing from mid-stage Saint level to late-stage, and their bodies reached four meters in height.
"Master," Evelyn flew to Ye Han's side, holding three magic cores soaked in dragon blood. Ye Han immediately stored them in his space ring.
"Boom, boom!" The ground shook with two loud noises. A powerful aura spread across a hundred meters, forcing the surrounding zombie beasts to retreat. As the smoke cleared, two four-meter-tall, bright red undead beasts were revealed.
"Master," the two beasts, having advanced from zombie to undead, regained their consciousness. Ye Han nodded slightly in acknowledgment.
"It's your turn now," Ye Han, standing atop Baires, addressed Jester and the surrounded twelve. Everything had happened in an instant, and Jester and his companions were still reeling from the shock, unable to comprehend what they had just witnessed.
"You..." Jester said in disbelief, seeing Ye Han's frenzied actions.
"Evelyn, capture them all," Ye Han ordered, lightly tapping on Baires. Baires quickly flew backward, taking Ye Han away from the battlefield and towards the direction of Alencerman City.
As Ye Han left, the fierce battle behind him commenced. Ye Han, however, flew directly to the front of Alencerman City. Looking at the countless soldiers and mercenaries on the city walls and inside, Ye Han let out a sinister smile.
"Destroy this city," he said, leaving these words behind before disappearing from Baires's back and returning to the Apocalypse Prison.
Ye Han was not worried about the battle outside, nor was he concerned about anyone escaping. Back in the Apocalypse Prison, Ye Han looked at the newly captured water-element Saint-level giant dragon, guarded by Curtis.
"Master," Curtis respectfully addressed Ye Han, while the water-element Saint-level giant dragon glared at Ye Han in anger.
"Throw it in," Ye Han gestured towards the blood mist behind him. Curtis waved his hand, and the massive body of the water dragon was hurled into the blood mist.
"Roar," the water dragon struggled in the blood mist. Its huge body visibly corroded at a rapid pace, with copious amounts of dragon blood slowly flowing towards the blood pool, replenishing its contents. However, the blood of a single dragon was minuscule compared to the vast blood pool and hardly made any difference.
"Throw that fire dragon in as well."
"Yes," Curtis responded and vanished behind Ye Han. Moments later, he reappeared with a fire dragon and without hesitation, threw it into the blood mist.