However, Owen had no intention of giving in. With a cold smile, he retorted:
"Oh? You handed it over before, and now you want it back? Breaking promises like this—is that the way of the Forbidden Zone?"
The Lord of the Forbidden Zone, its countless eerie tentacles brimming with eyes, trembled with fury. The trembling emitted waves of horrifying energy that caused the void to contract and expand in response.
"The Forbidden Zone does as it pleases, without limits! If you don't hand over the Flame of Desire today, you will never leave this place alive!"
A cold, merciless voice descended from above.
The entire area fell into a dead silence. No one dared speak.
The Lord of the Forbidden Zone was a name of infamy, and its strength was unimaginably terrifying, having reached the level of a god-mark celestial god. Such a being was far more powerful than the ancestors of most factions present.
