On the towering walls of the city, a figure slowly emerged. It was Alex, the son of the Lord of Phaeos. His appearance and state had undergone a drastic transformation.
His blood-colored armor seemed to grow out of his body, sharp bone spikes protruded from his back, and his eyes were filled with tyranny and madness.
"Foreigners, do you dare to meddle in the affairs of Phaeos?" Alex's voice was cold and chilling.
Alan and his companions raised their heads to look at Alex. In an instant, Alan's pupils slightly contracted.
The aura emanating from Alex was more terrifying than he had anticipated. Alex was now imbued with demonic energy, and his aura had surpassed that of a lord, reaching the king-tier level.
"Alex, do you realize what you're doing? To offend the Almighty God is to be treated as a heretic and punished!" Alan's eyebrows furrowed, his voice deep and stern.
