Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1397

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Sylas tumbled across the ground, coughing up mouthfuls of blood as he felt the surging Aether rampaging through his body.

There was a flash in Byahmad's eyes. They had succeeded, and everything had been recorded properly.

Even if things hadn't gone as well as they expected, he could just cut everything out and only release the ending. That would be enough.

Several Warlords stood, having sensed the aura of a C-tier just now, but none of them could tell exactly who it had come from. If not for their keen senses, it would have almost felt like it had come from Zolte himself, but that much was impossible.

Whoever had used their aura just now had done it especially cleverly. And against a mere F-tier, they could afford to control it so expertly because they hardly needed to use even a fraction of their strength to cause such a result.

On the one hand, everyone knew who it must have been. But on the other, they didn't have definitive proof.

Their gazes landed on Byahmad one after another, some gazes seemingly particularly gloomy.

Not everyone had been so eager about an additional Lineage. And as the Scorpion Lineage continuously handled them so perfectly, the reasons for needing the Bat Lineage in the first place only seemed to be growing lesser and lesser.

Plus… with that event now coming up, a lack of cohesion and unity would only harm them.

Every day, the Bat Lineage only seemed to step further and further out of line. It was really starting to grate on their nerves.

Even the 713th Lion Lineage Warlord was frowning right now, looking at Byahmad as though he was an idiot. But Byahmad wasn't looking at them at all—his gaze was entirely focused on Sylas.

However…

One second…

Two…

Three…

Sylas coughed and then slowly pulled himself up to his feet, his expression indifferent as he wiped the blood from his mouth. With a wave of his hand, his torn clothing was replaced with a new set. This time, he seemed to have settled on a pressed white turtleneck, a pair of black slacks, and a comfortable pair of black shoes. He fitted a black jacket over them and then calmly started to walk back to his seat as though nothing at all had happened.

It was at that moment that everyone realized something odd…

Gralith wasn't stoic and hard to read, but his temper was fiery. He wasn't the sort to remain silent after such a thing had happened. He was also the only one not to have stood up after that C-tier Will took shape. Just what happened just now?

But before they could even understand, Sylas had returned to the pod. It bobbed back up into the air the moment he took a seat.

"Are you okay?" Gwenu looked at Sylas, wondering why this guy was busy pretending like nothing had happened when he had just taken the full-force strike of a Level 64 right to the gut without the protection of his Aether.

"Their goal wasn't to harm me. Unfortunately, they're fools," Sylas said calmly. "I haven't started building my Foundation yet. Trying to induce my E-tier breakthrough with such crude methods was never going to work."

Sylas' voice wasn't particularly loud, but in the atmosphere, his words made several shudder. The realization of what happened hit them like a ton of bricks, but the reality of Sylas' words hit them even harder.

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