Not long after his words fell, they saw a vast expanse of inland water.
The area covered by the water was extremely wide, surrounded by verdant forests and lush vegetation; such rich natural resources were quite rare in the entire Abyss.
It wasn’t long after they flew along the water that they came upon a Spectacle.
A large expanse of waterfall clusters appeared before their eyes.
The waterfall groups were vast and the water rushed fiercely; the cascading falls shattered like snow, looking magnificent and grand. Such scenery was indeed an eye-opener for common folk, but for Wizards, it was quite normal.
However, what made it a Spectacle was that these waterfalls were flowing upside down.
As if defying gravity, the water at one moment reversed its course, flowing directly from the ground up into the sky, above which was a massive floating island.
This was Sky Island!
Everything around seemed calm and Rhein breathed a sigh of relief, “It seems like the Olaf’s Tentacle Crab hasn’t been eaten yet, misfortune has not spread.”
However, just as they were nearing Sky Island, the expressions on both of their faces changed abruptly.
A vast and terrifying aura was slowly rising from within Sky Island.
At the same time, in a corner of Sky Island, a door opened out of nowhere, and a corpulent man suddenly hurried out, sending a message to the people in the central hall of Sky Island as he ran.
In the central hall, Sinafa frowned.
“What’s wrong?” Samantha looked at her with confusion.
Sinafa hesitated for a moment, “Brufen just got in touch with me saying that the ancient Evil God from the Lofte World he’s trying to revive has shown some movement. Its emotional threshold is rapidly decreasing and is about to switch from a stable state to a terrified one.”
As Sinafa spoke, everyone in the central hall had a moment of dazedness in their eyes.
A sense of evil from deep within the heart was slowly spreading from not far away.
…
Angel, at this moment, was running swiftly towards the portal between layers.
Although Odeclass had left a Flame Mark on him, which could to some extent prevent needless slaughter by Demons, it didn’t mean all Demons would spare him.
To avoid drawing the attention of Demons too ostentatiously, he had not taken a Gondola but activated Night Flight, speeding through the low-altitude dense forests where he had cover.
At the same time, Angel had used a Transmutation spell to turn the color of his eyes to pure black.
Both the irises and the whites of his eyes were now utterly dark; a trait characteristic of the Abyss native inhabitants.
Although Demons might not be particularly fond of these Abyss indigenous people, their appearance was at least more palatable than that of humans.
Angel’s feet flickered with faint light as he landed on the edge of a cliff.
Not far ahead was the portal between layers, the very same one that Angel had passed through when he first came to the Abyss with the Frost Moon Squad.
Angel could faintly see the giant threshold in the canyon.
However, Angel did not choose to go through but turned to glance back over his shoulder.
He saw a voluptuous woman with short black hair, casually following him.
“Honored Lord Fafnir, do you also plan to accompany me to Lassudral?”