All these years, she still couldn't get used to the gaze from this malevolent plane.
Now, on this land crisscrossed with magma patterns, it was full of aberrant Abyss creations – massive tigers covered in tentacles, gigantic cockroaches larger than tigers and bristling with spikes.
Sparrows like wyverns.
They attacked each other relentlessly with every strike.
Bizarre, horrifying, death, despair filled this continent.
The wars among Abyss Lords sometimes required no reason; the Abyss is a chaotic world, and slaughter accompanies the life of an Abyss Lord.
"Roar~"
A roar sounded, the Elf's heart was filled with a sense of crisis, she dared not linger for a moment, quickly picking a direction with fewer monsters, she flew at full speed with the Dark Night Elf.
She dared not touch the ground, though it would increase her speed, mutation ants could easily tear her to pieces.
