However, the vibration transmitted by the chain once again.
Popota’s expression darkened. From the emotional waves conveyed by the chain, it was clear that it did not want to lay a hand on Angel.
“As expected, a spirit that evolved from a low-level alchemy creation is foolish! It’s been nearly three years, and the influence of the creator’s presence still affects it! It seems that I should have brainwashed its Spirit Intelligence from the very beginning.” Initially, Popota thought that by not interfering with the chain’s awakening, it might one day become an entity of the Ancestral Spirit level. But now, it seemed too soft-hearted.
Although Popota could force the chain to act against Angel, it would take some thought and communication with the chain, something he sorely lacked at the moment: time!
Popota had already heard the sound of tearing through the air above him; the unknown Lord was about to descend. Once this Lord arrived, escape would become very difficult.
Nevertheless, Popota was not willing to give up on the Primeval Flame so easily. It was obvious that the pale yellow Primeval Flame was much more refined than the purple-white Primeval Flame within Aoluxiya!
Popota’s eyes flashed, “Then… bind him, and take him with us!”
As Popota’s words fell, Angel felt the chains bind him and then, without any hesitation, he was dragged towards the distant spatial vortex!
The night sky, having witnessed this, seemed inclined to take action, but after a slight movement of the pupils, ultimately did not intervene.
Instead, it stepped forward, blocking the figure descending from the heavens.
The comer was entirely shrouded in dark shadows, with only a pair of black and gold wings visible. The figure was massive, even twice as large as the night, which was now comparable to a giant.
“Newly ascended Monarch of Fire, do you plan to stop me?” A majestic voice reached Night’s ears.
Standing before this seasoned Lord, Night seemed like a mere child with their substantial size difference.
Night simply said, “There is no stopping you, just facing the Lord Galal.”
Galal’s gaze was icy as he looked at Night, who had only recently become a Monarch of Fire. The world’s will still lingered around him, and opposing Night now could prove unfavorable.
Eventually, Galal said nothing and snorted coldly, passing by Night.
Just as he bypassed Night and looked down, his eyes suddenly widened, “A Spatial Passage? How dare you!”
Galal was incredibly fast, arriving outside the Void Tower in an instant.
However, it was too late!
All he saw was the spatial vortex slowly shrinking and the presence of Aoluxiya gradually vanishing!
Galal turned his head to give Night a cold sidelong glance. Events in Lassudral had been obscured by the world will’s disturbance, and he couldn’t clearly see, so he was unaware of Popota’s actions.
After his arrival, he actually had a chance to save Aoluxiya but was delayed by the brief encounter with Night—now they were worlds apart!
Naturally, Galal directed his ire at Night.
But at that moment, a voice spoke up beside Galal’s ear, “Galal, don’t worry about it.”
The voice was crisp, and as it spoke, Galal’s anger dissipated instantly.
The gentle voice—
Not just Night, but everyone else felt a strange illusion.
Why did this voice sound so familiar? Who was speaking?
“Newly ascended Monarch of Fire, I’m quite interested in you. A Half-Blood Demon reaching this point is indeed a miracle. Why not let these matters be, and come to my world for a chat?”
Night also looked over only to see a figure standing on Galal’s shoulder.
Backlit by the light, the figure was not too clear to make out.
The only memorable detail was the glowing green pupils that shone brightly within the shadowy contours.