"By the way, since you are here, I also want to ask a question. If you look at these coordinates, they should belong to the outermost layer of the abyss, right?"
While the cruel scholar was having a conversation with the ominous play, the Flameless Lord, who was watched by ancient eyes, slowly calmed down from his rage.
Now that the clone is dead, it also means that the road to Asgard is closed again.
But this is not important. The worst thing is to wait for the terrifying existence to leave before searching for Orussia's soul. The most important thing for him now is to let the true spirit of the devil return immediately!
After all, the true spirit is His origin, and it should not be difficult to recall it, but under that person's obstruction, there may be some loss.
But loss is loss, it is better than disappearing.
However, just when he wanted to recall the demon god's true spirit, he suddenly discovered that he couldn't feel where the true spirit was?!
After a while, a torrent of emotions came from the bottomless abyss.
Anger, panic, regret, and... despair!
Chapter completed!