Outside the Void Tower, in a deep alley shrouded by night.
A Purgatory Flame Slave, its body engulfed in flames, was caressing the shimmering crimson chains in its hands.
It looked towards the towering fortress-like Void Tower with a glint of excitement in its eyes.
"The time has come. Yee-hahaha—The fire of Baiyuan will burn into the endless future," the Purgatory Flame Slave laughed uproariously, its face covered. Between its fingers peeked eyes brimming with madness.
The chains in its hand suddenly burst into strange flames that appeared to exist both in reality and in the void.
Soon, the flames dove into the chains, and the figure of the Purgatory Flame Slave gradually merged into the surrounding darkness.
...
Angel had read some legends and rumors. The label of the Abyssal Dragon race always included being powerful, evil, and lazy, and, at the same time, the Abyssal Dragon race was widely known for a particular fondness for shiny objects.
