Above the Magic-Free Pureland.
Black and crimson light intertwined as they streaked through the sky. In Phoenix form, wearing the Black God Wings, Lu Yang flew at 4.2 times the speed of sound. It took him less than two hours to reach the vicinity of the valley where he had killed the Celestial Pearl Race's main god last time.
The stench of blood covering the ground had already faded, but the traces left behind by the army remained, stretching from both sides of the valley all the way northeast.
Lu Yang looked around and spotted a blood-red cloud in the sky. He slipped into it, channeled divine power, and carried the cloud northeast.
The Blazing Demon God had once told Lu Yang that the races of Blood Purgatory all possessed territorial instincts. Their territories generally extended within a fifty-kilometer radius. In other words, even if the Celestial Pearl Race had set an ambush in this valley, they could not have come from more than fifty kilometers away.
Lu Yang hid within the clouds and did not dare channel his full strength, afraid that the red cloud would fly too quickly and alert the enemy. Thus, he could only move it slowly.
It took Lu Yang an hour to travel forty kilometers, but that was enough. He could see the Purple Castle standing in the distance upon the blood-red earth. Yet the castle's condition surprised him.
Roar~!
Hiss—!
The low growls and shrill cries could be heard clearly by Lu Yang even from several kilometers away. Outside the Purple Castle, one side consisted of snake-like monsters with four eyes on their faces. The largest were over a thousand meters long, and their bodies radiated the aura of main gods. Whenever they attacked, countless phantoms flew out from their bodies, making