Abyssal Prison (4)

Ang slowly emerged from underground and once again stood upon the barren surface of the Abyssal Prison.

His body had been disguised with magic, making his outline almost identical to the Demon Tuka and Tuk he had previously devoured.

Thick limbs, savage fangs, grayish-purple skin—every detail had been handled flawlessly.

This way, he would no longer stand out in this region, and the chances of conflict with other Demons would also decrease.

He glanced toward the mountaintop. Dark clouds hung extremely low, while gray-black mist coiled through the mountains like a tide that devoured souls.

He took a deep breath and began climbing the winding, steep mountain path.

As he climbed higher, the oppressive feeling in the air grew heavier.

With every step, Ang could feel the power of darkness beneath his feet gradually solidifying, as though he were walking atop a massive, twisted web of power.

He could imagine that Rank 1 Demons probably would not even last ten steps under such pressure.

Fortunately, he did not encounter any patrols along the way. Perhaps this area was forbidden from the start.

Most low-ranking Demons did not even dare set foot here, much less hide here.

After more than an hour, Ang finally reached the summit of Mount Tuska.

There was no vegetation on the mountaintop. The ground was scorched black, with rubble and dry bones scattered together, while the entire area was shrouded in an extremely dense layer of gray gloom.

It was an extraordinarily pure power of darkness, seemingly tangible as it flowed slowly like a tide.

A flicker of excitement appeared in Ang's eyes.

He had felt the surging elemental power within the Elemental Plane, but the purity and immensity of the dark energy before him far exceeded his imagination.

He sat cross-legged on a rocky platform,